LOG by NAP


                Its log, its log, its big its heavy it’s wood. Its log, its log, it is better than bad it’s good. Few things can compare with the joy of LOG brought to viewers across the world by NAP. Whether or not NAP consciously thought about this decision to reference Ren and Stimpy is irrelevant. Poets are known for their love of the countryside. Here in this darling collection of little baby poems they make their preferences loud and clear once more, after so many years in the non-wilderness, tweeting, sharing PDFS of their poetry online. 

                Daniel Beauregard lives inside an apple. An apple a day keeps the doctor away takes on a new meaning with the apple house. Sickness can’t reach somebody who lives in an apple. With these new apple homes America’s healthcare problems are solved. Spaghetti Westerns never had much of a sense of urgency. Rather it was the slow pace that kept everybody excited. Sure Ennio Morricone would have hated to speed things up in desolate sloth-paced films. In the desert somebody broke open the horizon. The hot desert sun is merciless. That’s why air conditioned cars drive through it all the time to mock the heart. 

                Alyse Bensel observes an out of control hawk. Hawks are tough creatures. One moment they are busy tearing apart birds, the next purely silent. No book can help to understand the inner nature of the hawk. They simply are. Poor Alyse watches the hawk sway the tree. Hawks are the sick fucks of the bird world, or at least they’d like to be. Birds are violent, cutting up air, making noise, killing, and being the symbol of peace as they fight. 

                CL Bledsoe cares about the demarcations. Montana isn’t full of them. Everything in Montana is open space, free-range people. They wander the land in search of new lands to call their own. Brownish spots on the brown are dehydrated. Minds can be converted for agricultural use if necessary. Tilling minds is the new education. Harvest the youth, the youth is a bountiful crop. 

                Christopher Citro has sunlight hit him on the face. This is what happens when people go outside. Helicopters are commas in the real world. Nature is a scary place. People bump against each other. Without nature there would be no language because there wouldn’t be anything worth describing. Nature can be beautiful despite its uncertainty, just like people. 

                Ashley Collier builds a nest. Nirvana is the song she’s thinking of which will annoy her. Leadbelly references are far cooler. Yet she has a way to deal with this fact. A family will be created right on her nest. She’ll be better at dealing with the offspring than the dad, because dads are by their very nature sad. Why do dads even exist? Here the dad claims he’s unable to vomit food up. That’s an obvious lie but Ashley has patience nonetheless. 

                Daniel D’Angelo messes with a tree. By nature trees are giving things. This tree didn’t see it coming since it lacked eyes. Poor trees never see it happen. One day a tree is out treeing, chilling. Next day it is the floorboards listening to bored conversations about SPAM recipes. 

                Lauren De Paepe misses the deer. Poor dear never had a chance not to be a deer. Here she wanders the forest looking for something after the cold winter chill. She doesn’t find what she’s looking for, she finds dry hills instead. 

                Tracy Dimond wants somebody to laugh with and can’t. Yeah those others want something more but she wants something less, just a friend. Nature allows for other things to happen. Loneliness happens instead. It intensifies with the passage of time. Moonlight shines on broken glass on North Ave. North Ave is full of galaxies of stars reflected in the debris of anger of temporary frustration and of the basic rules of gravity. 

                Howie Good remembers the gentle mist of DDT. The 1960s were a wild chemically-induced time. Children used to love the feel of pesticides on their skin. It was a more innocent time brought on by mass ignorance. Woodpeckers try to make themselves heard. They fail. Woody woodpecker ruined it for everyone. 

                Wait this log keeps on a-rolling. Prepare for part two of the log-rolling spectacular. This time expect lumberjacks to bring down the house, with axes.

LOG by NAP

                Its log, its log, its big its heavy it’s wood. Its log, its log, it is better than bad it’s good. Few things can compare with the joy of LOG brought to viewers across the world by NAP. Whether or not NAP consciously thought about this decision to reference Ren and Stimpy is irrelevant. Poets are known for their love of the countryside. Here in this darling collection of little baby poems they make their preferences loud and clear once more, after so many years in the non-wilderness, tweeting, sharing PDFS of their poetry online. 

                Daniel Beauregard lives inside an apple. An apple a day keeps the doctor away takes on a new meaning with the apple house. Sickness can’t reach somebody who lives in an apple. With these new apple homes America’s healthcare problems are solved. Spaghetti Westerns never had much of a sense of urgency. Rather it was the slow pace that kept everybody excited. Sure Ennio Morricone would have hated to speed things up in desolate sloth-paced films. In the desert somebody broke open the horizon. The hot desert sun is merciless. That’s why air conditioned cars drive through it all the time to mock the heart. 

                Alyse Bensel observes an out of control hawk. Hawks are tough creatures. One moment they are busy tearing apart birds, the next purely silent. No book can help to understand the inner nature of the hawk. They simply are. Poor Alyse watches the hawk sway the tree. Hawks are the sick fucks of the bird world, or at least they’d like to be. Birds are violent, cutting up air, making noise, killing, and being the symbol of peace as they fight. 

                CL Bledsoe cares about the demarcations. Montana isn’t full of them. Everything in Montana is open space, free-range people. They wander the land in search of new lands to call their own. Brownish spots on the brown are dehydrated. Minds can be converted for agricultural use if necessary. Tilling minds is the new education. Harvest the youth, the youth is a bountiful crop. 

                Christopher Citro has sunlight hit him on the face. This is what happens when people go outside. Helicopters are commas in the real world. Nature is a scary place. People bump against each other. Without nature there would be no language because there wouldn’t be anything worth describing. Nature can be beautiful despite its uncertainty, just like people. 

                Ashley Collier builds a nest. Nirvana is the song she’s thinking of which will annoy her. Leadbelly references are far cooler. Yet she has a way to deal with this fact. A family will be created right on her nest. She’ll be better at dealing with the offspring than the dad, because dads are by their very nature sad. Why do dads even exist? Here the dad claims he’s unable to vomit food up. That’s an obvious lie but Ashley has patience nonetheless. 

                Daniel D’Angelo messes with a tree. By nature trees are giving things. This tree didn’t see it coming since it lacked eyes. Poor trees never see it happen. One day a tree is out treeing, chilling. Next day it is the floorboards listening to bored conversations about SPAM recipes. 

                Lauren De Paepe misses the deer. Poor dear never had a chance not to be a deer. Here she wanders the forest looking for something after the cold winter chill. She doesn’t find what she’s looking for, she finds dry hills instead. 

                Tracy Dimond wants somebody to laugh with and can’t. Yeah those others want something more but she wants something less, just a friend. Nature allows for other things to happen. Loneliness happens instead. It intensifies with the passage of time. Moonlight shines on broken glass on North Ave. North Ave is full of galaxies of stars reflected in the debris of anger of temporary frustration and of the basic rules of gravity. 

                Howie Good remembers the gentle mist of DDT. The 1960s were a wild chemically-induced time. Children used to love the feel of pesticides on their skin. It was a more innocent time brought on by mass ignorance. Woodpeckers try to make themselves heard. They fail. Woody woodpecker ruined it for everyone. 

                Wait this log keeps on a-rolling. Prepare for part two of the log-rolling spectacular. This time expect lumberjacks to bring down the house, with axes.

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