
Author: Jeff Popovich
2019 August 7

2019 August 4

2019 August 2

2019 July 29

2019 July 27

2019 July 26

2019 July 18

2019 July 16
Seething needing target requires objects I can’t damage
forgive me, I Chick fil-a the clusterfuck *every* Sunday
I’m skittle, fucking destroy everything I can’t destroy, save what I can
2019 July 8

2019 July 4

2019 July 2

2019 July 1

2019 June 22

Rosie, Stanley, Olive, living room window
2019 June 11

2019 June 10

2019 June 2

2019 May 28

2019 May 23

2019 May 20

2019 May 14

2019 May 8

2019 April 25

2019 April 11

2019 April 6

2019 March 17

2019 March 10

2019 February 15

3rd lighthouse beige yell
low feeder blue teehee swan
song blurtest muter
2019 February 9

I’ve abandoned the digital tablet experiment, I bought a new Leuchtturm and then bought new Sarasa .05 pens, I’ve not returned to washes but not ruled washes out, I am praying to What the Fuck I can truly what the fuck, if granted, here is where the fuck may what.
2019 February 1
What if Trump most ho
nest his palette of vices
the Bob Ross of sin
the fat fuck within
Fuck February’s ices
I owe a post hole
2019 January 18
I explain not notebooking by hate of that fuckery
most draft it abandons me or me it
I wrote work onblog today nothing fireable for cause
the hollow callous automatic rapacity
of each of our economies’ inviolable
rubrics (and where there’s a rubric
in one of my poems can a rictus
be left ungrinned?) the point: we’re
all monsters, he says,
botches
the ironic rictus

2019 January 6

2018 December 26


2018 December 12
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2018 December 7

2018 December 4

2018 December 2

2018 November28
goahead andquit
myend betelepathy
youtoo allalso
2018 November 25

2018 November 21

2018 November 17

2018 November 13

2018 November 12

2018 November 11
My mother seems better for medicine, my father is better by visit from granddaughter
After Thanksgiving Dinner late afternoon Saturday past because my daughter was in town this weekend, not Thanksgiving weekend
younger brother and his wife and my youngest brother and my best friend and his wife and their son there
I thought my mother and father, not being there and why, would dominate conversation, but no
After Thanksgiving dinner my wife and daughter agreed with me that my younger and youngest brothers designate me to drive my parent’s death bus
I will drive the death bus, my not taking keys till now not I won’t drive the death bus
I need save my father from his sister who loves to drive the death bus