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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.


--after Alberta Turner


Beat up
Beat down
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 society.
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 your head

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.

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