By Patrick Doyle

It’s starting to get cold; that means soon a lot of us will retire inside and inwardly. I read a lot during the colder seasons because I deplore television and some books are really, really something. Do you have books already set aside for that time of year? I do.
The poems here reflect the time of the year and my brain un-thawing, heading back to the fridge, then to the freezer.
Political Joke

Q: What do you get when you cross an Anarchist with an Angus?
A: More bullshit than usual.

Missing Football
At the liquor store stands a display made entirely of cardboard;
this display mimics a football player with his arm up, ready to throw
the ball. My boss today noticed the inflatable football the player
was holding is now gone, nowhere to be found in the store.
Please report all missing footballs to Bootleggers Beverage
Warehouse in Lisbon, Maine for processing to ascertain
the status of a one, missing football.
New York, New York: City of Nightmares

I just reserved an Amtrak train to NYC to:
A.) See g/f
B.) Attend music journalism festival
This is not so bad but I feel anxious to be surrounded by writers
and artists; the most reprehensible lot since the frat-house.

Should I make a shirt that says “Destroy Music