welcome to the 15th day of National Poetry Month. today, i'm shining a light on Epic Rites Press. it is easily, one of the best presses around. i highly suggest you check out the site and then go BUY a book, a t-shirt, a magnet, something. here are a few links you may need:
i think i may have got 2 good hours of sleep last night. the kind of sleep where you have drool halfway up your arm. then, i was over at the farm taking some more shit to goodwill with mom. she then wanted to go shop at a store not far from the Goodwill. i wanted to go back to the farm and get more shit done. of course, i didn't win. i did get some beer out of the shopping, so all was not lost.
the Yankees lost last night 4-3. hopefully they will get the series win tonight against the Orioles.
i was a little shocked at who America saved last night on The Voice. apparently, a bunch of teenage boys got on twitter and voted for the one they wanted to have sex with. not that Deanna isn't stunning, but to my ears her performance fucking stunk. being a blues guy, i was hoping Mia Z was going to stick around. but, i've got a good clue who is going to be in the bottom three next week.
it was nice having Deadliest Catch back on last night. it's definitely one of the better shows on television. this season looks like it's going to be another crazy one.
i did see some late night television last night that made me laugh and feel old at the same time:
tonight is going to be a crazy one for me. a little baseball, team USA takes on Mexico in a soccer friendly/war, Lucha Underground will be on the DVR as i'll be checking out NXT on the WWE Network at the same time, and then, oh by the way, the NHL playoffs start tonight. thankfully, the New York Rangers start tomorrow night. this will be a long, long evening.
got some music at NoiseTrade today. i'll post the links below in the music section.
as you might imagine, i have a few poems swimming around my head these days. hopefully, i will get a chance to sit down and let the flood hit the page here in the next few days. i want to get those poems down before the chance to know my father is dead comes along. i can't imagine the poems that will come with that news.
that's all for me today. there's another round of storms coming. and i found out today the guy that lives on the other side of me is one of these old fuckers that mows the grass every three days or so. thank fucking god that the guy that mows my uncle's yard does ours as well. i'd be too tempted to pull some white trash shit and either mow when it needs it (once a month or so) or just concrete the whole fucking yard and make it a basketball court.
hope this finds you with a lovely blonde between your legs asking if you need another round.
be well. be creative. be cool. be quick to send me CASH, panties, hate mail, love letters, broken promises and dirty pennies from heaven.
peace and chicken grease...
Bad Veins - A Sample of The Mess Remade
Veteran - The Things That Keep Us Here
Enigma - Return To Innocence
Annie Lennox - I Put a Spell On You
Ryan Bingham - The Poet
"I really believe we read differently when we know even the most banal facts of an author's life" - Anne Michaels
and your pro wrestling video of the day: