Well Bottom Blues

Oh my God it's full of stars!


Smells Like Late Capitalism

Duck and cover
Have another
It’s your favorite
cherry flavor

Have another
there’s no work here
one more day spent
drinking cheap beer.

It’s your favorite
Come and take it
soda water
that’s been snake bit

Cherry flavor
factory savor
turn the world off
duck and cover

Hello. How low. Hell no. Let’s go!
What’s that? Black cat. Boss fat. Take that!
Wrench in. No spin. No sin. We’ll win.
It’s made. Drop blade. Blood wade. Dragon slayed.

Pay your taxes.
Pay your ex’s
The kids won’t come
till your check clears.

Be a rockstar
in your new car
sit in traffic
haven’t gone far

Anticipating
work is waiting
don’t get paid yet
still in training

Call the doctor
when you’re piss poor
run your card up
what it’s there for

Kids aren’t learning
world is burning
teary vision
stomach churning

Hello. How low. Hell no. Let’s go!
Let’s go Let’s go Let’s go Let’s go
Let’s go Let’s go Let’s go Let’s go
Let’s go Let’s go Let’s go Let’s go

Grab your pitchforks and your torches
grab your sickles and your hammers.
Build the gallows. Guillotiners.
Party’s over. Taking over.



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About Me

Mark Folse is a provincial diarist and aspiring minor poet from New Orleans. His past blogging adventures included the Katina/Federal Flood blog wetbankguide on blogspot.com which David Simon told NY Magazine was one of three blogs that helped inform Treme, and Toulouse Street–Odd Bits of Life in New Orleans, which once outranked the Doobie Brothers on Google Search. His work has appeared in The Dead Mule School of Southern Literature, The New Delta Review, Metazen, New Laurel Review, Ellipsis,  What We Know: New Orleans as Home, Please Forward, The Maple Leaf Rag IV, and A Howling in the Wires (which he co-edited).

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