work symphony: a poem

Posted on October 5, 2023July 1, 2023 by cotyschwabe

the air compressor chugs,reh-duh-duh-duh.the drum spins and hums,wwuunnnnnnnnnnnn.the afterburner sucks airlike a smoker,she-ooh she-ooh she-ooh.the softhissssssssssof air escaping hoses.rrrreeeeeeeeeeeennngoes the gas intake,then,the click-click-click-FWOOSHof gas being litby the ignitor.the soft crack-popof beans splitting open(chasms to vent the steam).the low hmmmmmmmof fan motorscirculating air. a cacophony of fabrication.a symphony of apparatus.a mechanical orchestra of machinery. ### This…

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writers that don’t write: a poem

Posted on September 30, 2023July 3, 2023 by cotyschwabe

I remember seeing this adfor an online coursethat taught you how towrite eBooksand make money selling them. the biggest selling point was…you didn’t write the books. you’d outsource the book writingto someone elsefor a nominal fee,then list the bookunder a pseudonymand collect the royalties. this guy had done ithundreds of times,and made thousands a monthin…

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soda can: a poem

Posted on September 30, 2023August 9, 2023 by cotyschwabe

my daughter handed mea mostly empty,partially crushed,soda can and said,“look what I won today.” I replied: what? an empty can?wasted engine metal?hollow aluminum shell of carbonated acid?congealed remains of diabetes and heart disease?cylindrical container of unnecessary vice?corn syrup confectioned capitalism?a billboard of athletes that don’t consume it?150 empty, body rejecting calories?12 oz of brown death,…

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Arizona: a poem

Posted on September 30, 2023June 4, 2023 by cotyschwabe

I. the heat of it.the soul of it.the enemy of water and life of it. depiction of droughtandthe final resting placeof things that come to dieen el sol,turned bleach whiteout in theonce flowing riverbedsand behind the decrypt limbsof old gnarled yucca trees. water shallowerevery year.no rivers,lakes,or streamsimmune. the soul of the sun,the valley of the…

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depressing car show: a poem

Posted on September 21, 2023July 2, 2023 by cotyschwabe

went to the local CVSfor some Covid testsand pulled up tothe most depressingcar showeverin the parking lot. people leaned against their vehicles,casually dressedin that moderate dark. headlights off,pitch black interiors,hoods closed. low music,but,the static hum ofshining plastic letters overheadlouder. and the cars weren’t even cool. no flames or decals or pearlescent paint jobs. stocks rims.stock…

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