Read More: A brief Q&A with Brad Rose
Happy Future
The happy future looks the same as the dismal past, except for the addition of a few minor downgrades, so it’s about time you and I became impatient, before it’s too late. Pack your bags; let’s get going. Whenever I wear my circus boat shoes, I’m not sure whether other people are real or a Fata Morgana mirage. By the way, this is my first clown rodeo, so don’t let on, unless it’s a trick question, then, by all means, don’t hesitate to share the low down about the higher ups. It’ll be a huge comeuppance. Yesterday, I took a black and white photo of a chameleon. Just as you’d expect, the damn thing was almost impossible to see, but the full-color x-rays are bound to help. My lady friend, Ms. Bomb Cyclone, says there is no foreseeable alternative to unseen climate change, so I’m headed outside now to look for some invisible weather balloons. You’d think that with all this malicious pandemonium and low hanging fruit, the dead would start to reproduce at a much faster pace, their smiling white teeth neatly lined up, like hunger itself, chewing and grinning at the prospect of the End Times yet to come. Just like they did back in the good old days.
Lucky Winner
Never run out of conversation starters. Of course, everything ends in middle of something else that hasn’t yet ended, but my synesthesia tells me that before I know it, I’m going to be a lucky winner. Isn’t that the most beautiful music you’ve ever seen? It may be just the camel’s nose under the tent, but why wake up the spiders between seances? It’s a preventable tragedy, not least because of the anticipated cash infusion. I can’t wait till I get it out of my system, although come hell or high water, you’ve got to have a back-up plan. That’s why Great minds think alike is my slogan. Forget about those clairvoyant Barbie twins in Boise. They didn’t mean a thing to me. I’m crazy about you, baby. Even when I look at you with my good eye.
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Do Not Go Gently Into that Western Night
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Brad Rose was born and raised in Los Angeles, and lives in Boston. He is the author of seven collections of poetry and flash fiction: I Wouldn’t Say That, Exactly,WordInEdgeWise, Lucky Animals, No. Wait. I Can Explain, Pink X-Ray, de/tonations, and Momentary Turbulence. His book of prose poems, Or Words to that Effect, is forthcoming. Eight times nominated for a Pushcart Prize, and three times nominated for the Best of the Net Anthology,Brad’spoetry and fiction have appeared in: The American Journal of Poetry, The Los Angeles Times, Baltimore Review, New York Quarterly, Lunch Ticket, Puerto del Sol, Clockhouse, Folio, Best Microfiction (2019), Action Spectacle, Right Hand Pointing,and other journals and anthologies. His website is www.bradrosepoetry.com Selected audio readings: https://bradrosepoetry.com/audio-readings/
Read More: A brief Q&A with Brad Rose