More Blackout Poetry!

It's March, and that's right! Time for more blackout poetry from the most interesting bookstore newsletter in Texas. Don't forget, there's a clear transcript at the bottom.

So I was just killing a stranger at the bar.
He inquired about my small talk,
Just wondering as to whether or not it was any good.
I felt it courteous to oblige him.

I'll go out an avid fan of shame. To each his own.
But let me just say literary fiction has something aggressive and unbridled in it.
Madness, by god, is a thing to behold.

The heart of a rich man is to others as this world is to UFOs.
God is often playful but heavy and grounded.
There are moments that God folds back time,
And temperament switches gears like splitting atoms.
It is bizarre, ambitious, and one hell of a ride.

Read here at the only bookstore that can pull off a NASCAR analogy.

(Christopher J. Hoyt is the Assistant BookPeople Beard.)