ron androla



in this cellar darkness

17 inch laptop screen
& a deep orange light
of a roaring space-heater
on the workbench behind
me are the only light

well, the halloween glow
of a dark cigarette --
i must feel for an ashtray.

gingerly
finger over
the bottle of
beer i'm drinking
i can't see it
at all
but it's
to my left

blindness:
forcefulness
of touch &
chance,
disaster spillage
looms

 

what ann doesn't yet know

this morning
with a new, zero
interest, for now,
very low
credit-limit
credit card
i fill a buggy
with rugs,
runners,
a rug for the bathroom,
cheapest, tho asthetically
copecetic,
no blue,
that's one of ann's
pronounced stipulation,
no blue,
so i get gray,
dark green,
maroon,
brown,
tan rugs.
the secret is
where i purchase
them: walmart.
another of ann's
emphatic stipulation:
no walmart.
it's a political statement,
she explains.
it's just that
there are more
choices,
cheap,
at walmart.
she likes the rugs.
she might not
after reading
this poem.

 

6 billion humans

6 billion humans
pepper planet earth
out of those 6 billion humans
2 nearly-50 year old
amerikan writers
are drinking beer
smoking
they're oblivious
what minus them
6 billion humans
are currently doing
with life
& circumstance
i can say
with 90% certainty
bart is slugging
beer
also smoking
in pitts-
burgh pennsylvania
this very moment
tho i cld be wrong
i cld be wrong
to the point of
surrealism
& amazing serendipity
maybe bart's in jail
maybe jazzbo is getting
a fancy blow-job
in mckenzie tennessee
maybe carter is saying
fuck it
as he lights a pin-
joint in north
carolina
ori's at a hip
bar in toronto
with 3 sexy chicks
surrounding his
stool, all laughing,
young, tripping on
x
mike meanwhile
is remembering
andy warhol's
bad breath
bill is designing
a porno website
for a new client
hartenbach's
strumming a
narcotic guitar
cait's high
laughing on the phone
norman is inhaling
crack every 10 minutes
it's been 3 days
every 10 minutes
filipski raises
a bottle of rum
at the gulf of
mexico
burning
the sun
down
chuck glances
at a new fifth
of vodka on the
kitchen table
dean lurks here
in cyberspace
attuned off home-grown
intensity
didi's
perfectly sober
but she's thinking
cuban wine
tom is hiking
back-street backwoods
brandy in his pack
hashish in his pipe
leona is home marinating
deer-steak
in iraq
pieces of
people
fly in the air

 

old patti smith

i think "horses" is
next once lou
reed is done
mixing his potion
of stone
opiate heart
beats thru
the wooden ceiling
down upon my
fedora'd head
we saw patti smith
with bart & tami
live in pittsburgh
last year
or the
year before
bye
lou
hello
patti

 

new lou reed

a new loud lou reed
cd is playing in our livingroom.
dog has already been out
& retrieved. ann has
kissed me good morning.
she nearly forgot
what a handsome
face i have,
just my moustache
remains --
old gray beard
is gone
to celebrate
the end of winter
in erie,
but snow-
showers
are sweeping
down with
a northern
cold front
this evening
up to 6 inches
possible
by tomorrow
night. lou
reed is a true poet
gifted with electric
musical ability too
i assume he's in his 50's
& has lived a magical
existence.
daylight savings
time chops
at us tonight.
swings us
across a lost
hour of
time.

 

strangely energized

a sort of whirlwind night
at work, everyone up
for a 3-day weekend
since good friday is a
paid holiday in our
contract. plus i'm
using a vacation day
sunday night
tho i must fast
for 12 hours
for my blood profile
to keep a check on
my liver & cholesterol
since i take lipitor
i hate that 12-hour fasting
especially worse if fasting
while working
so easter night
i'll fast, but sleep,
wake & rush up peach
street for the lab-work,
then gorge.
but that's a few nights
away, & in this meantime
of action & ennui
i'm sitting in our cellar
on a gray, chilly erie
morning
2 hours past my
bedtime
but it's ok

it's ok

 


chironspring2004
inside CHIRON REVIEW
publisher michael hathaway
basinski reviews
you know how it goes - by ron androla
art by filipski
order author direct
2407 raspberry st, erie, PA 43920

fingerprintpress - co-editor Rank Stranger Press
read basinski review


ron androla

94277
   

 
     ron androla lives in erie, pennsylvania. he works steady 3rd shift in a factory as a custom molding press operator. he's been writing for 30-some years. maybe he's an alien.

star read up
    in touch with ron androla and john hennessey

movie3 - eggs click to view movie/poem - eggs

ron androla publications


• grafitti messageboard •

interview | website 1 | website 2 | email | to forum | BACK
© 1998-2004 ron androla / the-hold.com - all rights reserved
[ TOP ]