Poncho Peligroso Update

                Poncho Peligroso where art thou? You aren’t with the chickens, you aren’t with the cows. Last time I saw you in August. You were half-naked shouting at the top of your lungs while somebody ineffectively tried angling a laptop to document that wild time. What a wild time that was! And FYI dear readers, he was merely missing a shirt. Get your minds out of the gutter. Thought I know mind-gutters can be wonderful things. 

                Don’t worry, don’t fret. Throughout September and October Poncho has been plenty busy. He’s liked stuff on Facebook. A few poems have appeared on his cryptic website. Some newspaper mentioned him as a muse to future writers. Print seems to be more important than blogs in most cases. Old people read newspapers. Whatever old person read that article, which appeared in a newspaper in San Diego, probably thought to themselves ‘Wow, that Poncho is a force to be reckoned with’ and a smarter old person definitely thought to themselves ‘Dangerous raincoat really? That’s even more ridiculous than a sloth on a beach’.

                Let’s take a look at what Poncho’s been up to since I last met him. When I met him he called me a ‘cool dog’ and a ‘true bro’ though I’m embellishing. The first poem from September is entitled “my past muses have failed me but you have not”. It feels inspirational; it makes me want a muse to excuse and use. Wish I had a muse.

                “Reunited” mentions Poncho never-before mentioned love of Toby Keith, a famous country singer. That’s what Google tells me; personally I’m not much of a country fan. I’m more of an avant-garde post-rock electro-acoustic kind of sloth; you know, a normal chill bro, just like you but with a better working knowledge of Karlheinz Stockhausen’s discography. 

                The most recent additions, from late September cover a lot of ground. First we see he’s gained a position as a social media strategist. Considering he’s the 2011 Poet Laureate this is an easy job and should supplement his Poet Laureate income quite nicely. His origin story “A Grist of Bees” which has never been published anywhere on Earth, has seen the light of day in the collection “An Assemblage of Nouns”. Get it and see what the “Ghost Bee Egg” is about, or take Poncho’s explanation of it as “it’s the egg of a ghost bee”. 

                He’s appearing in the Berkshires, he’s blowing up no longer on the internet but in real life, where he currently resides. I’m pretty happy for him. Poncho is a chill bro, one of the chilliest bros I’ve ever encountered. Glad to see he’ll also be in the ultra-exclusive “Pop Serial # 3” Stephen Tully Dierks juggernaut of a lit mag. 

                Overall, the Ponch bro of Poncho is quite Peligroso.