david b. mccoy
David B. McCoy is a Social Studies teacher
in a township school near Massillon, Ohio.For nearly 25 years,
David has run Spare Change Press, which in recent years has focused
on publishing Solo Flyer, a four page flyer featuring
the work of one poet.David is the author of The Geometry of
Blue: Prose and Selected Poetry, the Internet book, Buffalo
Time, and Ohio Wineries Guidebook. Purchasing information
for these books can be found at www.mccoy.shorturl.com.
FROM A DICTIONARY OF COMMON BEAT TERMS
--after Alberta Turner
Beat it out
* * *
I feel beat
I'm beat for my cash
I'm beat to my socks
* * *
The beat goes on.
Industrialization, commercialization, standardization
Can you hear that beat? --Can you feel it?
They're beating the life out of us.
"So I guess you might say we're a beat generation."
* * *
We'll beat then at their own game.
We'll flip, we'll wig out, we'll cut out of their dullsville
Like sputnik, baby, we'll get sky high.
as in to lower temperature
To lose the heat of excitement, of passion
To calm down
To take it easy
To cool one's heels
To blow one's cool
To be detached, aloof
To be calm, to be fresh
To be done well
To be very good
To be Hot!
Dig into dirt flesh one's past
Dig into dreams
Dig what they're telling you
'Cause, man, you're in a hole
You're in a rut
You're in over
Exhume yourself, baby!
Dig free of the nowhere shit and
get it together.
Can you dig what I'm sayin'?
The action was being put on
by the hipster with a sharp axe-
I mean he could blow!
But if you paid him no mind,
he'd freak. Like today,
that cat was hip on a Train side,
but we wanted to watch the eye.
He got so salty the squares
next door called the fuzz.
That was a gas!
Turns out that jive-ass turkey
has been five-fingering all over town
to grease his buzz.
After words, we all piled into our rods
and hit the passion pit
for a Dean flick.
I was hoping to score
this hot chick I hooked up with
at the grind, but she was
just puttin' me on.
When we hit my pad
I was so bummed
I wanted to blast off.