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Poetry
Nate Graziano



What I Learned At The Redneck Bar



My friend and I sat in the corner
of a small town bar
with a warm pitcher of Bud Light
and two small mugs.
The cold stares
from the wanna-be cowboys
in flannel shirts,
ten-gallon lids
and big-ass belt buckles
bronzed with American trucks
burned from the bar stools.
A group of girls in tight blue jeans
came up to our table
sticking out their chests.
They started some small talk
and looked over their shoulders
to taunt their boyfriends shooting pool
and snarling with cigarettes between their lips.
But it wasn't until I said
that Garth Brooks sucked
loud enough for the whole bar to hear
that we knew the back door
by the bathrooms was our best bet.




Motto



I've been meaning to write
the State House
with a suggestion
to change New Hampshire's motto
from
Live Free or Die

to
Live Free as a White,
Hetereosexual
Republican
or Die.

But so far
I'm the only one
who likes it.



Nathan Graziano
21A Grove St.
Concord, NH 03301

I edit a print zine called The Brown Bottle that's put out bi-annually with a supplement broadside series called Happy Hour thrown in for good measure. I've published poetry and short fiction in a number of zines, most recently Nerve Cowboy, Staplegun, Angelflesh and Unwound. I have two chaps out.


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