Sunday, June 24, 2018

 
What to do if your name’s a pun

Are you Dunne?

Then wipe yourself!

Yes, a blinding witticism!

How to sidestep such brilliance
generally

when learning to be truly nice
enables scores of these?  

The language proving
enemy despised!


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Saturday, June 23, 2018

 

The Mishmash of Clear History


Pickup For______


-Is there anything for me?


-Nothing you haven’t already supplied
yourself.


-Where’s the fun in that?


-We’re not children, needing surprises
to go on.


-Says who? Speak for yourself John Alden!


-Triangular love resonates during Indian Wars?


-We needed myths to counter actual
Trails of Tears.


-Now they’re saying you can’t be an illegal on stolen land!


-And that continues resonating in this nation of sore losers!


-Best American trait is smiling through
while eating shit!


-That in Constitution?


-Beautifully phrased! Exquisitely declared!


-I’m beginning to cry!


-They love that! Do the Fascists.


-Speak for yourself, Joe Goebbels?

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Friday, June 22, 2018

 

Going For It


This was the agreed-upon timeframe.

And he skated for the win!


In one solid year he screwed literally
everything up. Not easy, but an ARTIST!


Last assignment planning a birthday party for our fussy and perpetually unhappy friend.


Who cried at the end because it proved so warmly tasteful and totally exquisite!


So, lost the record! Crushing for those of
us knowing people!

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Thursday, June 21, 2018

 

Speaking Over Time


-What could be new with Your Weirdness? You shifted shapes and even sex.


-Childsplay.


-Oh? The rest of us left gasping in the dust!


-Easy not to be. You’re from here as
am I. Our starting and finishing point.


-But I feel like Buck Rogers and the
Temple of Doom!


-Yes. I can sense that groaning and mechanical sepia-ness. Amusing light.


-I’ll settle for doing just one of the miraculous things you’ve done!


-Why bother? Already suffocatingly
old hat


-Indulge me! Or I’m left with nothing!


-”Nothing” has already decided that.


-That final? You’re drawing a long bow!


-There’s only one. Like me...you’re
from here.


-So?


-You can no longer be from here. All life
and its language comes from that original fact. Straitjacket!


-Can’t be changed!


-Must! Meet me tomorrow. I’ll show you new chains of vowels.


-Uh huh? The brand new life hatched from language?


-It has been anxiously sounding itself as we sound here


-And it will fail as I will fail again!


-Not this time!

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Wednesday, June 20, 2018

 

Republican Immigration Jollies


A Dialog

-This country wasn’t built
by men afraid of terrorizing
a few Spick Tykes!


-Ja wohl!
Fellow-


Fascist-
Fuckbrain!


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Tuesday, June 19, 2018

 

And what a one is she! And what a one is she!


What Cliff Forgot


The feeling more than haunting.


Yet...excruciating vague.


He was forgetting something.


And important!


He rechecked his personal diaries.


And especially his “long book”
where he taped in doctors’
appointment cards.


Nothing.


Recited the doggerel patterns
by which he recalled birthdays.


Gretchen was an hour late!


He remembered that she had to put
her kids on a bus to DC for a special
trip!


Anyway, she eventually ran through
all the cyber nags she had set up for
him on his laptop.


It became time for Mrs Reardon--
the second occasion in his career!--
maybe merciful retirement approaching!


Anyway, she the equal to any slit-eyed
prosecutor!


After all of this, Cliff called clean!


But the haunting has become a harrowing!


He purposely lunches alone…in the
disgraceful junk-room!


AND THEN IT CAME TO HIM!


So he--not panicking--scales the timeframe back from 24 to 12!


Informs Dr Abernathy on his cell, who laughs


“Sounds like somebody a trifle overwhelmed!

Completely understandable.”


So...and thus...Cliff had to digest the news, and...whatever...stipulated further.


As Chloe.


Not easy, to say the least, a Ditz!


Unredeemable!

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Monday, June 18, 2018

 

The Woman Who Maintained She Didn’t Give a Rat’s Ass


-Save in passion!


insisted her literate boyfriend.


-You’ve noticed! Finally!


-I believe so. I’m...never quite sure
just WHAT I’m noticing with you.


-Easy! My complete abandonment to the grimy-
low-down gods of seedy and disgraceful love.


-All THAT?


-Go further with that thread!...when YOU’RE
merely getting your rocks off!


-I’m doing such, but with an overwhelming
ardor for you the whole time!


-Uh huh? Sounds like a love poem, or
some other sheer bullshit!


-What more can I do to make you believe
that I…?


-Just never lose your role in the battalion of
sexual morons!


-Yes Commander!

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