Anecdote About "My" Space Program

" One of the space allotment department heads declared that it was UNFAIR to management… for my efficacy tools
to call a manager inefficient for taking up useless space, when it was really the shapeshifters."

There isn't room here for the both of us.

How’s that for shifting blame?

Shit does roll downhill, but sometimes "The scum also rises" – Hunter S Thompson

And floaters, never flush.

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“Twelve Thousand Pounds Of Salt” By Ira Goga (poetry)

2023 Award For New Poets Winner: “Twelve Thousand Pounds Of Salt” By Ira Goga

Twelve Thousand Pounds of Salt

All afternoon, his passenger,
I fantasized. Summer’s lush lightning

in the distance. And the phlox, whose name
means flame, swept the hillsides.

I think, maybe, I cannot write
about it. How long I’d gone untouched

by danger but flirting, risk licking at my heels.
I wanted it, I’ll say now, because it is true

that I also did not, and said nothing.
What I told him, he wouldn’t believe

until he saw for himself. At the rest stop,
my clothes on the seat. You’re beautiful,

though it was dark in his truck and my body
obscured, though he’d already touched me.

You’re sort of like the best of both I guess
because I’m a guy with a pussy. In the trailer

he carried a kind of salt, twelve thousand pounds
to be made into fertilizer. Name something heavier

and slower to burn the mouth
than shame. When I feel the most myself,

I am mostly invisible. How I’d traveled,
like water, all through the country. Slipping inside

another’s assumptions, I don’t mind.
Believe what you’d like about me.

Through meekness I lived
to see him in such an unguarded moment.
https://www.frontierpoetry.com/2024/04/17/2023-frontier-award-for-new-poets-winner-ira-goga/

Boz Scaggs - Last Tango on 16th Street - A Fool To Care

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“‘Last Tango on 16th Street’ is a poignant portrait in a late night stroll through San Francisco’s Mission District, the city’s oldest neighborhood,” Scaggs calls the song “a picture of its rhythms, its contrasts and colors in high focus” and notes that it was “written by a friend and fine, great S.F. songwriter, Jack Walroth, who’s lived it for many years.”

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