NEW WRITING OVER AT theNewerYork from my manuscript NEW FOAM. KATOWICE POSTCARDS: http://theneweryork.com/katowice-postcards-marcus-slease/ WILD BOARS, Katowice, Słonecznik, uber Russians, samalot, tenniscoat records, the sun, the lack of sun, happiness in yellow.
christmas eve morning breakfast in poland: homemade pickled herring, lots of beautiful onions, soft warm bread, a coffee. a snowman with twenty five blinking lights.
Less than 24 hours till Spain. Barcelona and Valencia. Then on to Katowice, Poland. Thinking about traveling and exoticism. Came upon this wee poem by Matt Cook. From his book Proving Nothing to Anyone. Just out from Publishing Genius Press.
“A whiskey breath man does not like your English so you speak in Ponglish. Ponglish is sexy. When you speak Ponglish you must hide your erection or squeeze your legs to prevent the juice from running down your legs. You may excuse yourself to the side of the building and
or bodies made of smokeor a giant made of meat hearts ***** I want a floor like this laminated and shining everything in its right place even when it’s not ***** we are bathed in green lightsthe first star is still waitingto arriveto Katowice ***** I’m sitting in a little