I’m going to Fuck and that’s a place you little asshole, not a verb by Pancho Espinoza

                The title is incorrect. There is no place with the name ‘Fuck’. A town in Austria is called ‘Fucking’. Unsurprisingly that small town in rural Austria has a serious problem with people stealing its signs. Most of its budget involves making the signs theft-proof. However, I am certain the ‘tacky tourism’ brought in by the name outweighs any potential harm of these vulgarity loving idiots. 

                Pancho is a cool bro from California. I like him. Actually he has been blogging for a while and this is his ‘break-out’ chapbook. Pancho blogs hard, very hard, it hurts how hard he blogs. I am happy with his work. It is about time he’s put out something this fantastic, something this stock photo ish. I like the small child stuffing cookies into his mouth. Due to his gluttony I figure he is sent to hell, hence the flames surrounding him. Or it may be completely random, I’m not sure. 

                I like the animal analogy. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a sea otter mentioned in a poem in my entire life. I feel happy about that. Feel sorry for the suicidal goldfish though. Poor goldfish, they always tend to kill themselves. Hearing about that goldfish ending its life makes me sad. I mean goldfish have nothing to live for, but then they also don’t have anything to not live for. No matter what they do everything will remain the same. Glad Pancho sheds a little light on this prevalent problem. 

                ‘i want to be the very best and i am not ash ketchum’ goes over the loss of grade. In the story the character wants to be perfect, wants As. I never got As as a kid. This was never a problem for me. I felt like if I did something enough eventually I’d ‘break through’. Things never felt that easy for me, like I’d need to try things a lot. I kind of like that idea of failure. Failure teaches. Success doesn’t. Or maybe that’s just me speaking from experience. The second part of this longer poem goes over loneliness and alienation. I like the commentary on the ‘ass ass ass’ song. That makes me laugh. 

                The last two poems are pretty funny. I don’t think I have seen the Sims used before as a way of expressing despair. I know people play that game when they are depressed, but to sympathize with the computer generated character would be a first. Just standing there accomplishing nothing sounds pretty noble to me. The final piece goes over the relationship of the two main characters of the X-files. At the very end of this poem we learn about Pancho IRL, things I never knew before. 

                Glad Pancho, after covering the alt lit scene for so long, has finally come out with his own material. Represent, fellow blogger, represent.