Saturday, November 23, 2024

Postman

Lest we break the immovable billiards game,
billboards that bridge and broaden our horizons,
harangue us on the line of credentials.

We all speak like we spell,
spill our words out aimlessly in a hope that they instill a facsimile of general banter.

A bastion, a monument to our constant conversations about conversing about nothing,
we’re building a better scene for all of those who bide time,
abide by the cantos,
craft fools of gold as they spin the lies lengthwise.

An antiquity, quilted soft with insanity for ageless sycophants of the phrase,
turning out tourniquets like it’s their job to be worn.
‘Fuck that phase of industry, we’ll skip the line and jump on anything that moves units!’

So join,
better to be dead on arrival than dead in silence of a saudade.
Post bail for me, postman,
we’re living post-man.

Nick Laugher
Nick Laugher
Never profiting from the pithy pitfalls or pedantic antics of the common journalist, Nick "Noose Papermen" Laugher has continuously baffled readers by demonstrating a rare understanding of the vagaries of our current cultural climate. Rumored to have been conceived and raised in the nook of a knotty pine somewhere in the Pacific Northwest, Laugher was forced to abandon his true calling (pottery) after having one night experienced a vision in which a wise and generous hawk appeared to him through the shimmering static of his television set. The apparition spoke to Laugher of an aching need for some new kind of media perspective, one that elegantly incorporated esoteric vocabulary, gratuitous alliteration and penetrating pun-manship. And so it was. And so it is. And so it always will be.
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