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When You’re Out of Schlitz


When You’re Out of Schlitz

They have officially placed the yeast on hiatus,
a term previously reserved for exhausted child stars
and caught-on-mic morning show hosts.

Now, it is gracefully applied to a twelve-ounce can
that tastes predominantly of 1974 and bowling shoe rentals.

The pivot was, naturally, data-driven:
a team of strategists, hydrating from metric-tracked canisters,
determined the legacy yield
could no longer justify the literal cost of moving heavy water.
It is nearly impossible to argue with a spreadsheet
that has been industrially brewed for optimal uptake.

So the fermentation tanks are quietly drained,
the hops offered a highly competitive severance package.
It isn’t an execution, the press release insists,
just a strategic realignment.

Perhaps in a decade, it will be exhumed
in a slim, matte-finish can
and rebranded as a premium heritage artifact
for zip codes that treat mechanized exhaustion
as a high-end aesthetic.

Until then, we must manage the quiet loss
of this reliably unglamorous volume.
We will simply have to find another way
to anchor our generational thirst
in an increasingly incorporated evening of leisure.

(poem is based on today’s announcement by Pabst Brewing Company that it is discontinuing the beer that made Milwaukee famous.) (https://www.foxbusiness.com/lifestyle/one-americas-oldest-beer-brands-discontinued-after-177-years-us)

Elegy For A Close Attachment

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Very pleased to announce Zumwalt’s poem, “Elegy for a close attachment,” has been published at Masticadores USA: https://masticadoresusa.wordpress.com/2026/05/09/elegy-for-a-close-attachment-by-zumwalt/

Please visit. If you wish to like, please do me the favor of liking at their website in place of this post 🙂

Artificial Analysis

I am pleased to announce the publication of Zumwalt’s short poem, “Artificial Analysis,” in New Verse News here: https://newversenews.blogspot.com/2026/05/artificial-analysis.html

This is the seventh consecutive month Zumwalt has been published in this esteemed online journal. Please visit.

This poem is based on this recent news event: “The commonwealth of Pennsylvania is suing Character AI to stop the artificial intelligence platform’s chatbots from representing themselves as licensed medical professionals and providing medical advice.” CBS News

Reflection

Zumwalt based the following poem on these headlines:
https://www.forbes.com/sites/maryroeloffs/2026/05/02/bizarre-string-of-trump-posts-includes-photo-swimming-shirtless-in-dc-reflecting-pool
https://www.salon.com/2026/05/03/an-arch-bigger-than-the-arc-de-triomphe-hitler-wanted-that-too/
https://www.yahoo.com/news/articles/fact-check-trump-did-post-175725413.html

Reflection

Our President, the best ever,
holds a hand of infinite possibilities,  
smiling over six Uno wild cards
long after I have gone to sleep.

Our leader, shirtless, in the reflecting pool
on a gold inflatable throne
with his buddies, but he looks the best:
youthful, trim, with a charming smile.
He knows how to use AI to glorify!
Such a cool communicator!

Maybe he can post an AI photo
of a reopened Strait of Hormuz—
that should scare the Revolutionary Guard.

Ramesses built a palace with
four stone Ramesses,
towering sixty-five feet
facing the Nile.

Nero built 
a rotating dining room
and a lake
where a city used to be.

Kim Jong-il erected himself
in each and every airport lobby,
every schoolroom wall:
watching,
always watching,
magnificent,
thin.

And now we are finally catching up:
The 250-foot Donald J. Trump Triumphal Arch,
The Donald J. Trump Kennedy Center for the Performing Arts,
Trump-class battleships,
Trump Visas for the wealthy,
Trump Coins, Trump Bills, Trump Passports,
The Trump Presidential Library,
which will be the greatest library
anyone has ever seen.  

The reflecting pool
will be American flag blue,
industrial grade.
Not granite. Not ugly grey.
True Blue!

He posts a picture of his own face
beside Mount Rushmore,
so even Hakeem Jeffries could understand.

Germany says the Americans have no strategy.
But our President holds all the cards.
The pool will be blue.
He removes troops from Germany
teaching Europe, Africa
who is really the boss.

Brent crude is $129 a barrel.
Just like the stock market,
it keeps going up!
JD Vance is shirtless.
Marco Rubio is shirtless, grinning.
They are all in the water.
The greatest deal ever.
So much better than the worst deal ever—
the Obama deal he walked away from
with its costly inspectors
and wheelbarrows of money carted in.

Some moan and bitch,
like my neighbor John,
complaining about the price of gas.
I wrote a letter to the FCC
to kindly ask them
to take care of John  
after they shut up Jimmy Kimmel.

My leader posts himself holding a gun,
dominates Mount Rushmore,
sits in his gold inflatable chair
while the others,
all shirtless, all grinning,
know best how to tread water.

The pool is six feet deep at the center.
The pool will be American flag blue.
The administration is in the water.
Not underwater.
Not sunk.
But if they do sink, I’ll gladly follow
down deep, deep, and deeper,
proudly breathless blue,
with water in my ears, mouth and lungs.

— zumwalt (5/5/2026)

Two poems published in Euphemism: Sermon from the Central Datacenter and Rite of Greed

I am pleased to announce that Zumwalt has had two poems published in Illinois State University’s literary magazine, Euphemism. Please click on the links below visit their site to read each poem:

Sermon from the Central Datacenter

Rite of Greed

Decked Out

Decked out

Your regalia creaks and groans
A panoply of rust and whining joints
Moira’s chess game begins
And already you’ve been rooked

Charge full-tilt at windmills
Or
Settle for an electric fan
Just keep moving
Or God’s heating element
Will fry your soul
And scorch rationality
Maintain that effervescent personality
And disco on the Teflon of life

As the sun browns out
And your Zippo’s flint disintegrates
Grope along the nitred steps
And nestle in your excelsior storage crate

Relax and let the Sony vomit
Search for a bebop sax
(The opiate of the cool)
Kicked back, you realize
You might just slit your
Jugular while shaving tomorrow
Fate won’t have you to kick around anymore.

— Zumwalt (Oct. 1978)

jet

jet

rose colored optimist in your bright and breezy spirits
playing ardent admirations in the joyful penny chorus
holding on endearingly to the steering wheel of our honda
with the wings of love,
with the science of comfort:
skyrocket dreamer who has made this life mean more.

the sincerity sinner is rushed to his dinner and we overlook
a life long since abandoned,
left to the birds of
pretext,
pretentiousness,
and petty prevarication plunder.

we are safe,
thanks to you,
and your large
inheritance from Aunt Ruthie.

— zumwalt (circa 1975-1983?)

Honestly, Believe Me

News Article: https://www.cnbc.com/2026/03/10/iran-war-trump-russia-intelligence-witkoff.html  (March 10, 2026)

Russian leaders in a call with President Donald Trump on Monday denied allegations that they are sharing intelligence with Iran during the war, U.S. Special Envoy Steve Witkoff said.

“So, you know, we can take them at their word,” Witkoff told CNBC’s “Money Movers” during an interview on Tuesday. “Let’s hope that they’re not sharing.”

Honestly, Believe Me

There is nothing quite as stupidly absurd
As any leader taking despots at their word.

Cycle of Song

Very pleased to announce the publishing of the recently written Zumwalt poem, “Cycle of Song,” by the highly respected THE SOCIETY OF CLASSICAL POETS.

Please visit their site: https://www.classicalpoets.org/a-poem-in-praise-of-schubert-by-zumwalt/

Two Limericks to Help Forget the War

It’s always great to see one of Zumwalt’s poems published at New Verse News.

They were sent a pair of limericks, one of which they published today:

https://newversenews.blogspot.com/2026/03/limerick-to-help-forget-war-for-moment.html

They chose the best one to publish, I think. Here is the original submission:

Two Limericks to Help Forget the War

There once was a gal called Noem
Who booted folks out of their home—
With her dumb ads misplay,
Swore Trump gave the okay—
Now she’s the butt of my limerick poem.

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With a face like a serial killer,
He belongs in a cheap horror thriller;
Some call him a bum
Or the worst of the scum,
But to me he’s just Stephen Miller.

— zumwalt (03/2026)

This brings Zumwalt’s streak at New Verse News to five consecutive months. Per Gemini AI (which is even less trustworthy than your average politician) this is a record.

Oh, yes, we have a third limerick in the photo above! (Not by Zumwalt.)