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Poetry on Tape 30.5.25

A music filled poetry reading on the longest running poetry show on substack.

Intro and outro music today is the latest bitpunk.fm tape, 2.5 which the latest digital version is on the podcast feed. I’ll be bring a bunch to Prague here soon to hand out but I’ll be leaving a few available via postcard with your return address to:

P.O. Box 273029

Fort Collins, CO 80525

I’m working on orange Jcard design this weekend.

I started out with reading She Killed the Spider by Jay Leeming, which appeared in The Thousands, Number One. It’s a spooky one that fits the orange/black theme here.

We started with a poem that came in via the dedication line by

. She said the poem was inspired by Jeremy Loops. I had not heard of him but I found this song, which seems to close to the poem:

Rea’s Substack
I'm a Sinner
You walk past my house late at night, and I can't resist, because... I'm a sinner. I want to be pure and good, but I have to admit... I'm a sinner. You throw shells against my window, I want to hide away, but... I'm a sinner I don't want to be, My heart aches for you, and I must confess... I'm a sinner. Your sad music floats through …
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Then we read

‘s poem:

Andre’s Substack
Awakening
Despertar Esta mañana desperté siendo agua. El gato me mira y sabe: algo está cambiando, algo que tiene que ver con aceptar que ser feliz no es traición. Es ofrenda que se hace sin esperar nada a cambio. Hay una luz que entra que no es solo del sol— es de todas las mañanas que no pude ver con los ojos cerrados de tant…
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which has some very nice metaphors and banger lines.

Then

had very nice, but spooky, nature poem:

Fleeting Meditations
Reclaimed
The distant snows of Rainier Were the last thing he saw Just a lean over the ridge A step too far Before he met the sky And for a moment he flew Like a bird Or maybe an angel Before the come down Into a sea of pine And when they found his body It stank of death, or maybe life The soil around him black From pooling liquid rot Atop his body crawl…
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had a pretty baller mother’s day poem:

B Stings
happy mother's day, motherfucker
sapien? so you say what do you know? an all-time low and collective fatuity you’ve cut the cord and willingly fled scurrying to dark corners and valleys we’ll call gutters deep deep down tu lo sai, si lo sai so che sai you’ve forfeited the tit must never abandon the breast your mother’s milk is not only to nourish thr…
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which had a nice musical shoutout in the middle of the poem as well.

Finally,

had:

Remnant and Shadow
Appointments
The sun is not scheduled…
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And he will be doing a live reading soon as well:

There’s some extra padding on the beginning and end from the band Delta OG. Go check them out.

Have a great weekend!

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