Not All Ignorance is Bliss-poem by Scott Wozniak

Head tilted toward sky, eyes wide and bulging, jaw unhinged, waiting. It happened almost on command. Like a volcano spewing blood and Budweiser. Then, it was over as suddenly as it occurred. He wiped his mouth with his shirt, rubbed the tears from his eyes, and mumbled, “Damn, this ulcer is killing me,” then cracked another beerfor good measure.   Poem by Scott Wozniak Drawing by Janne Karlsson HEY! Scott Wozniak is on Svensk Apache Press too. You know that don´t you?This ultra-brutal book is titled KILLING OUR SAINTS and it´s available on Lulu: