Sal Salasin

Sal Salasin is the founder and guiding spirit of RealPoetik. He lives in Seattle and is taking some time off from poetry publishing in order to focus on union issues in the Emerald City.

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Recently spending a lot of time reading your old memos
in front of a judge. Good times.
If I'd lived a hundred years ago, my leaders
would still be idiots and
I'd be dead of tuberculosis.
People come to watch.
They sell popcorn.
It's judge,
Judy,
and executioner.
It's the early 21st Century.
I don't anticipate making it through this one
which is why I'm sitting here downloading
an AK-47 manual over the internet.
The unwilling led by the incompetent
doing the unnecessary for the ungrateful.
I tell you this as a friend,
if I had any friends,
or if I looked for something different in a friend.
People in Hell want ice water,
that's my philosophy.
I fell in love the moment I saw her apartment.
"Yeah, laugh it up, bitch!"
I could smell her soul rotting from here.
Sometimes I can feel the power rising up
within me and then I know I'm
ready for a fall and
I don't care.

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My country is going to invade various other countries thereby killing many people, half under the age of twelve, and bringing about a realignment of the entire Middle East, instilling the benefits of bourgeois democracy while at the same time not stealing their oil. They'll also be selling oceanfront property in Florida. And we don't call them thieves, they're possession relocation engineers.

So there I was, horny as a Catholic priest at Toys 'R Us.
I could smell her soul rotting from here.
Not even your agent can save you now.

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Sal Minella. Played opposite James Dean in Rebel Without a Cause. And you can never go home again.
At least, that's what the lawyer's letter said.
I want to move to Ethiopia and become a cab driver. It was,
like, all darkness and, what? Chaos upon the waters.
And then I hit the ignition switch.
I really like having all tasks, projects and practices
subjected to rigorous commodification and profit analysis.
It's like Paris in the '20's but without all the art.
The sun rises on spent confetti and
problems are suddenly real again.
I ask myself, "What would Jesus drink?"
This was in a movie so old
Burgess Meredeth gets the girl.
Excitement, bright lights, and
Several major teaching hospitals.

Sal Salasin