The Makings of Kid Rock

Was going to listen earlier today to a live podcast of various poets responding to the coronavirus pandemic. Instead, I watched an old wrestling match on YouTube between Andre the Giant and Hulk Hogan---because the 80s was such a great fucking time in America, that's why. Ratt, Motley Crue and Cinderella. Lita Ford in tattooed pants and torn-up skin. The Beastie Boys smoking everything. Madonna humping the whole wide world. Kenny Rogers rolling the dice on it all. Warrant and their sweet cherry pie in the existing cracks. The scent of grass stains and corn dogs. Poetry came after all these things. Or these things gave birth to poems.

dusk---

the tiltawhirl flings

her warm smile