As we near the second anniversary of his passing, Rick’s family wanted to share some of his earlier work. Below is a full-text transcript of the printed 1974 poetry collection Rick Young’s Red Tin Noodles. … Read more
(Note from the author’s son: I found this title-only draft and felt compelled to publish it – with the date he last edited it.)
(Note from the author’s son: Below is a snippet from one of our email exchanges in June 2021. I felt compelled to share this mention of a title for a poem.) Weight down to 179 … Read more
Menlo Park. Menlo Park. Ain’t no Edison there. Thought I’d find him with Rodin. No one seems to care. Where is Tom? The bulbs are dim. Conserve your energy. I came out here to find … Read more
(Note from the author’s son: I found this seemingly unfinished draft and felt compelled to publish it – with the date he last edited it.) Danny collected the face masks of dead goalies and was … Read more
“When the gourds are gone…” is when the swords are drawn. But when there’s gourds aplenty, we think of twenty-twenty. We’ve had our share of gourds with bumps, elongated humpty humps, gourds with stripes and … Read more
They should make a toy line, Heads of State, that features orange eggheads sporting yellow troll tufts and a range of offending mannerisms. Bubble T (w20/mule team). Smoking T (from a gun). Sneezy T (aerosol … Read more
He’s been stewing many hours on Barack’s brutal takedown. So, tonight, he’s got two hours to run a Bad Joe shakedown. He’ll have explicit videos of Hunter with crack whores. A masterpiece of cut and … Read more
(Note from the author’s son: I found this title-only draft and felt compelled to publish it – with the date he last edited it.)
The golden lips of stimulation have yet to caress my station so put off the long vacation snuggle up to isolation beating heart media nation awaits the next great sensation in the voices of vexation … Read more
The second night, without big stars, did not go off as planned. Bill Clinton’d been to several bars and got quite out of hand. He drooled on AOC’s blue dress when they were introduced. Come … Read more
Oh, first I went and shot a quail. And then I sent it in the mail. And now I’m looking for some bail. I guess that was an epic fail. Quail, quail, everybody rail! This … Read more
The Feds have found a whole new way to keep us in the red. They sent a million stimulus checks out to people dead. More than a billion dollars worth. The IRS is ripped. We’d … Read more
Feel sorry for the bible. Him holding it seems a lot like libel. Gas the peaceful protest horde for p.r. shots on twitter board. Unleash the army on D.C as if he’s facing anarchy. Aren’t … Read more
Drumpie’s moved to Florida, there’s fewer taxes there. He leaves his tower in New York and much synthetic hair. He’ll blend in with the old folks in a state of milk and honey. And he … Read more
It’s all untethered. His hair is feathered. His cheeks are golden, his eyes beholden, his fingers teeny, just like his weenie. He’s your very worst nightmare, The Three Bad Wishes Genie. In his teeth are … Read more
I love you more than stomach trouble, Double Bubble or the Hubble. More than guacamole dip, sit and sip, chocolate chip. Even more than ham and eggs, cribbage pegs, chicken legs. Let it be said … Read more
So here’s a song which could have subtitle new national anthem: I’ll put a fucking wall around you all. I’ll toss your kids in cages in the cold. Paranoia has me in its thrall. But … Read more
There’s a lot to be saved if for drinking supper; cycle all those liquids as if you’re human scupper. Give me one more beer, dear bartender. I’m still a few away from being on a … Read more
It was just the saddest thing I’d heard. Blue Monday’s sun was eaten by a bird. It took off to the moon. That light was gone too soon. And now the dark’s just waiting for … Read more