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Pondering Submission Looking through the 1998 Poet's Market for new mags to try, I ran across American Atheist Press "we're looking for poetry with an atheistic slant" well, no shit! I wondered about my poem with God sleeping with Jimmy Hoffa in Davey Jones' locker or me playing hide the pickle with the Jehovah's Witness woman beneath the atheists was The American Cowboy Poet Magazine "we will not publish any Old Blackie dying poems, old hat, if these boots could talk, etc." what about Willie smoking reefer on the White House roof or Johnny Cash with a nose full or toot driving his horned Lincoln nude, steering with his dick while singing a Boy Named Sue moving to the c's I found Center Press: Masters Award "we want verve, natural rhythm, discipline, impact, no verbosity triteness or saccharine, that makes us cringe" sounds like a dude in a whorehouse that wants his ass spanked, then when he got around to fucking he lost his hard on next was Chaff "our express purpose is uniting Christian poets, nothing satanic, obscene, violent, sensual, erotic or homosexual" so it's okay for Christians to unite, how about a nun, the Pope, a couple of televangelists doing the naughty naughty or a biker with the devil tattooed on his chest stretching out the poop chute of Richard Simmons there's nothing like thumbing through Poet's Market for some good ideas |
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