Tuesday, January 31, 2006
Girl on a Skateboard
Fuck-you glare
I square.
Our space,
our face.
Fuck-you glare
I square.
Our space,
our face.
Monday, January 30, 2006
White-Black Dialog, Suddenly Important
W/ Look at that! Whole rafts of people with bad haircuts and housedresses being swept up into the sky!
B/ That’s just the Earlybird. Richer folks sortin’ out their property right now. They paid for nicer flight later on. First Class in everything!
W/ But what...?
B/ You is so slow, Baby. This here’s Rapture they’s been threatenin’ us wif!
W/ It’s awful! You can smell leftover fire and brimstone. I used to laugh at these clowns!
B/ They gets the last laugh,excuse some more Black English. We makes fun of ourselves as we goes along. Called sanity.
W/ I’ve got some money. Who should I see?
B/ Nobody now,if you haven’t done it. Righteous Preachers busy gettin’ their own shit together.
Can maybe scrape up a ticket for the whore-on-the-side, but not you.
W/ Why are you so calm?
B/ ‘Cuz I done already decided not to try for the last flight, the separate but equal one? But my what a sight that’ll be! Darkies darkenin’ the dark sky! White eyeballs a-flashin’! Damn shame there’s a banjo shortage.
W/ Well,I’m not giving up! Maybe...?
B/ I really hope so. Like it to be an Afro world down here.
W/ But it’ll be hell!
B/ We’ll work on it. We know better ‘bout love, Honey.
W/ Look at that! Whole rafts of people with bad haircuts and housedresses being swept up into the sky!
B/ That’s just the Earlybird. Richer folks sortin’ out their property right now. They paid for nicer flight later on. First Class in everything!
W/ But what...?
B/ You is so slow, Baby. This here’s Rapture they’s been threatenin’ us wif!
W/ It’s awful! You can smell leftover fire and brimstone. I used to laugh at these clowns!
B/ They gets the last laugh,excuse some more Black English. We makes fun of ourselves as we goes along. Called sanity.
W/ I’ve got some money. Who should I see?
B/ Nobody now,if you haven’t done it. Righteous Preachers busy gettin’ their own shit together.
Can maybe scrape up a ticket for the whore-on-the-side, but not you.
W/ Why are you so calm?
B/ ‘Cuz I done already decided not to try for the last flight, the separate but equal one? But my what a sight that’ll be! Darkies darkenin’ the dark sky! White eyeballs a-flashin’! Damn shame there’s a banjo shortage.
W/ Well,I’m not giving up! Maybe...?
B/ I really hope so. Like it to be an Afro world down here.
W/ But it’ll be hell!
B/ We’ll work on it. We know better ‘bout love, Honey.
Sunday, January 29, 2006
We hear again how someone sidestepped Reaper
by missing plane that, in the name of
God, ploughed the building.
How many times, do you suppose,
when you returned for change,
or cigarettes, or the damn car
finally caught
on its terminal gasp...?
And your small space was
taken, therefore, by another
who was embarrassed, or injured,
or incinerated? Kismet?
God? Luck? Appointment
in Samara missed? Really,
what the fuck’s the difference?
Your slot’s out there,as
is the person you’ll step in for,
wondering presently
about nothing.
You’ll pass? Sorry,
So punched, no
ticket left.
by missing plane that, in the name of
God, ploughed the building.
How many times, do you suppose,
when you returned for change,
or cigarettes, or the damn car
finally caught
on its terminal gasp...?
And your small space was
taken, therefore, by another
who was embarrassed, or injured,
or incinerated? Kismet?
God? Luck? Appointment
in Samara missed? Really,
what the fuck’s the difference?
Your slot’s out there,as
is the person you’ll step in for,
wondering presently
about nothing.
You’ll pass? Sorry,
So punched, no
ticket left.
Saturday, January 28, 2006
Patty McGinty, an Irishman of note
fell into a fortune and bought himself a goat -old song
Patty’s Goat
Others of note finally wrest-
ed Northeast City machines
through wit and blarney,
some work, even. Long
scarred by hard
Yankee Masters, what they
learned thereby is Beauty
of the American Dream lies
in its power
to exclude.
fell into a fortune and bought himself a goat -old song
Patty’s Goat
Others of note finally wrest-
ed Northeast City machines
through wit and blarney,
some work, even. Long
scarred by hard
Yankee Masters, what they
learned thereby is Beauty
of the American Dream lies
in its power
to exclude.
Friday, January 27, 2006
Yeah the mayor is an asshole
in Jaws. Exhibits true
political behavior.
I’ve been him.
You?
in Jaws. Exhibits true
political behavior.
I’ve been him.
You?
Thursday, January 26, 2006
Olden Days,Purest Gold, in Coconut Grove
Your duffles back Mr Gonzales. Count is sixty-seven dollars short of eight million. Please allow the bank to supply that small difference in the name of simplicity.
Answering your first question: This transaction is none of the government’s business!
But if you have additional cash laying about, get it in here quickly. Misguided legislation,unfortunately, is beginning to heat up.
Ask for me or any other officer whenever you come in. I see you have the calendar.
That sunset-sailboats thing is a knockout!
Your duffles back Mr Gonzales. Count is sixty-seven dollars short of eight million. Please allow the bank to supply that small difference in the name of simplicity.
Answering your first question: This transaction is none of the government’s business!
But if you have additional cash laying about, get it in here quickly. Misguided legislation,unfortunately, is beginning to heat up.
Ask for me or any other officer whenever you come in. I see you have the calendar.
That sunset-sailboats thing is a knockout!
Wednesday, January 25, 2006
Chums
a/ Can we get him through?
b/ Candy from a baby!
a/ Our own moderates are steaming!
b/ We call them Democrats.
a/ Then I shouldn’t worry?
b/ Yeah worry! Some infants’ll cry too loudly
and hafta be strangled at the last minute.
a/ Whew! Do we have the will to sustain this one till
the bitter end?
b/ Come into the bathroom.
...
b/ Flush, and turn on all the taps. Good!
Your question again?
a/ Sustain...bitter end?
b/ We stole two elections.
a/ Can we get him through?
b/ Candy from a baby!
a/ Our own moderates are steaming!
b/ We call them Democrats.
a/ Then I shouldn’t worry?
b/ Yeah worry! Some infants’ll cry too loudly
and hafta be strangled at the last minute.
a/ Whew! Do we have the will to sustain this one till
the bitter end?
b/ Come into the bathroom.
...
b/ Flush, and turn on all the taps. Good!
Your question again?
a/ Sustain...bitter end?
b/ We stole two elections.
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
Meeting of Minds
President appointed me,and you’ve worked up the
ladder here. Bound to be some conflicts,yes? So this little talk is a good idea.
Needn’t be others, since we can straighten out literally everything right now.
DO WHAT THE FUCK YOU’RE TOLD!
Thank you for coming in.
President appointed me,and you’ve worked up the
ladder here. Bound to be some conflicts,yes? So this little talk is a good idea.
Needn’t be others, since we can straighten out literally everything right now.
DO WHAT THE FUCK YOU’RE TOLD!
Thank you for coming in.
Monday, January 23, 2006
The Graves
a/ Looks like some Executive Department daisy chain or something!
b/ Do tell?
a/ Let’s get the facts out! Nail ‘em!
b/ Let’s not. They kill their young.
a/ But their high pontificating against gays and then...? The hypocrisy!
b/ That last’s a huge greenhouse. Sure you wanna pitch
anything out?
a/ But how they gallingly milked…!
b/ To totally burlesque proportions. He continued rendering them fools. Now even they–some--laugh at their daily lies. As do we. Differently. I feel mostly sadness. You may be missing a profoundly tragic dimension.
a/ Bullshit! It’s payback time! And all you allegedly wise old men won’t dissuade...the die is gonna be fuckin cast!
b/ Uh huh. What’s that Spanish proverb? He who is bent on revenge should dig two graves.
a/ Looks like some Executive Department daisy chain or something!
b/ Do tell?
a/ Let’s get the facts out! Nail ‘em!
b/ Let’s not. They kill their young.
a/ But their high pontificating against gays and then...? The hypocrisy!
b/ That last’s a huge greenhouse. Sure you wanna pitch
anything out?
a/ But how they gallingly milked…!
b/ To totally burlesque proportions. He continued rendering them fools. Now even they–some--laugh at their daily lies. As do we. Differently. I feel mostly sadness. You may be missing a profoundly tragic dimension.
a/ Bullshit! It’s payback time! And all you allegedly wise old men won’t dissuade...the die is gonna be fuckin cast!
b/ Uh huh. What’s that Spanish proverb? He who is bent on revenge should dig two graves.
Sunday, January 22, 2006
Last Meal
a special one at
Humane Society?
Maybe a mini Reece’s
peanut butter cup
thrown in before...
(No hovering chaplain,as
in the Christian charade.)
Expiring next: Ralph,one-
eyed (fight) cat brushed
past by adopting families.
Made no effort, of course,
and you know what he
would’ve said
had he our language.
Great great grandpop,
Bucky,kept the freight
yard free of rats for
fifteen years. Brake-
man “Irish” Cullen dis-
covered him stiff,and
cried an hour. However,
The Kid,nasty as they come,
covered for him. When some-
one remarked surprise,
Kid said, “He never did
me wrong,did old Buck.”
a special one at
Humane Society?
Maybe a mini Reece’s
peanut butter cup
thrown in before...
(No hovering chaplain,as
in the Christian charade.)
Expiring next: Ralph,one-
eyed (fight) cat brushed
past by adopting families.
Made no effort, of course,
and you know what he
would’ve said
had he our language.
Great great grandpop,
Bucky,kept the freight
yard free of rats for
fifteen years. Brake-
man “Irish” Cullen dis-
covered him stiff,and
cried an hour. However,
The Kid,nasty as they come,
covered for him. When some-
one remarked surprise,
Kid said, “He never did
me wrong,did old Buck.”
Saturday, January 21, 2006
When to Stop
When young you are convinced
(a) all adults are full of shit.
An elder takes aside &
patiently vindicates
what you thought stupid.
Proves it complex, often
quite profound. Grow up
attending institutions,
marking, too, a life where
Zelda’s Fitzy states
the usual horses get shot
out from under. Soon enough
a youth will hove in view
with face eager-
ly bitter. Chuck the lethal
fairy tale this time & go to (a).
Include yourself & give out
supermarket coupons as
a gesture of fear.
Confess complicity.
They can’t hang everybody.
When young you are convinced
(a) all adults are full of shit.
An elder takes aside &
patiently vindicates
what you thought stupid.
Proves it complex, often
quite profound. Grow up
attending institutions,
marking, too, a life where
Zelda’s Fitzy states
the usual horses get shot
out from under. Soon enough
a youth will hove in view
with face eager-
ly bitter. Chuck the lethal
fairy tale this time & go to (a).
Include yourself & give out
supermarket coupons as
a gesture of fear.
Confess complicity.
They can’t hang everybody.
Friday, January 20, 2006
Prophecy
Chief giving up,his
assistant,slick as
owlshit,usurps,pend-
ing a "search."
Chief giving up,his
assistant,slick as
owlshit,usurps,pend-
ing a "search."
Thursday, January 19, 2006
The Art of the Deal
Repub/ Employing the unfortunate cliche: One hand will
wash the other. Our deal is you can have yours if you don’t immediately phone your pansy reporters when we drag ours in.
Dem/ Okay, but the custodians are already screaming.
Repub/ Not a problem. We’ll pre-deodorize and so should you.
Dem/ Our nuts wanted the stink, but we overruled ‘em.
Repub/ As party in power we choose West Portal, so you’re stuck with East if you want to synchronize.
Dem/ We absolutely do! We’re using old rugs, by the way.
Repub/ More than I want to know. We’ll do it, as in Frank’s immortal song, our way.
Dem/ If no leaks, cameras will open the morning on the two dead horses with senators beating them.
Repub/ Decorum. We go first.
Dem/ No way! Bi-partisan for five minutes.
Then the Chair can gavel order and pretend disgust.
Repub/ We knew you wouldn’t go along this one time, so we agree. But five minutes, minimum.
Dem/ A frenzy!
Repub/ Democracy isn’t much if it isn’t a show.
Repub/ Employing the unfortunate cliche: One hand will
wash the other. Our deal is you can have yours if you don’t immediately phone your pansy reporters when we drag ours in.
Dem/ Okay, but the custodians are already screaming.
Repub/ Not a problem. We’ll pre-deodorize and so should you.
Dem/ Our nuts wanted the stink, but we overruled ‘em.
Repub/ As party in power we choose West Portal, so you’re stuck with East if you want to synchronize.
Dem/ We absolutely do! We’re using old rugs, by the way.
Repub/ More than I want to know. We’ll do it, as in Frank’s immortal song, our way.
Dem/ If no leaks, cameras will open the morning on the two dead horses with senators beating them.
Repub/ Decorum. We go first.
Dem/ No way! Bi-partisan for five minutes.
Then the Chair can gavel order and pretend disgust.
Repub/ We knew you wouldn’t go along this one time, so we agree. But five minutes, minimum.
Dem/ A frenzy!
Repub/ Democracy isn’t much if it isn’t a show.
Wednesday, January 18, 2006
He was an animal!
exclaims Beverly.
I see, comments
Mrs Prescott-Brown.
But she doesn’t.
exclaims Beverly.
I see, comments
Mrs Prescott-Brown.
But she doesn’t.
Tuesday, January 17, 2006
Rule Dialog
Kit Carson yelled, “Grab the barber!” And two tough marines dressed as arabs did just that.
The barber? A total innocent! With the little house and the little wife and the new baby. Talks about nothing but the baby.
Well, we had one vacant seat in the minibus. And Kit Carson laughed afterwards, “Hey! Barbers know a lot. They listen!”
Nonsense. He’s the comedian of the marketplace. Released him after a couple of hours, no?
Well, Kit Carson was sent to Afghanistan, and then Buffalo Bill labeled barber a resource, claiming he felt a sixth sense about him.
They still hold him?
Did. In Gitmo.
There! So far! Ridiculous!
Touring congressmen saw blood on his orange coverall, so they screamed to get him a new one.
Does it get worse?
Much. New, bitty brown guys guarded clothing process.
One said barber lunged, so shot him in the mouth.
Big inquiry because these were trainees, from mountainous Guatemala or somewhere. Not supposed to have live ammo.
So, the poor barber is dead?
14-E in the paperwork. Shot escaping.
In the mouth?
Hey! Was probably screaming some Moslem shit!
Little house with the little wife and tiny...
You breaking my heart or my balls?
What’s the difference? You rule. At this time.
Kit Carson yelled, “Grab the barber!” And two tough marines dressed as arabs did just that.
The barber? A total innocent! With the little house and the little wife and the new baby. Talks about nothing but the baby.
Well, we had one vacant seat in the minibus. And Kit Carson laughed afterwards, “Hey! Barbers know a lot. They listen!”
Nonsense. He’s the comedian of the marketplace. Released him after a couple of hours, no?
Well, Kit Carson was sent to Afghanistan, and then Buffalo Bill labeled barber a resource, claiming he felt a sixth sense about him.
They still hold him?
Did. In Gitmo.
There! So far! Ridiculous!
Touring congressmen saw blood on his orange coverall, so they screamed to get him a new one.
Does it get worse?
Much. New, bitty brown guys guarded clothing process.
One said barber lunged, so shot him in the mouth.
Big inquiry because these were trainees, from mountainous Guatemala or somewhere. Not supposed to have live ammo.
So, the poor barber is dead?
14-E in the paperwork. Shot escaping.
In the mouth?
Hey! Was probably screaming some Moslem shit!
Little house with the little wife and tiny...
You breaking my heart or my balls?
What’s the difference? You rule. At this time.
Monday, January 16, 2006
Eye to Eye
Chief/ Maybe set something up like Truman had in Key West. At any rate I’m sick of this place! Sun didn’t even break through yesterday.
Official/ It did three blocks away. Picnic at Commerce. Had a few beers and forgot baseball cap.
So this fishbelly-white face now is...
Chief/ Never made it through! You must’ve gone to tanning salon.
......................
Mentor/ Leaked! Daily News ready with BIGGIES’ SUN TIFF! Your apology to him more interesting, so they’ll hold story.
Official/ No way! Too silly even for dealing with him.
..........................
Senator/ Look! You want this bill as much as I do. He’ll veto if you don’t...
...............................
Owner/ Hi! Maxie of Gold Standard Tan? Girls mixed up. We know you were in yesterday. But was it at ten,
or at twelve-ten?
Official/ Twelve-ten. My lunch hour.
Owner/ Great! Writing it in! I can’t tell you how important it is to straighten that out!
Official/I have some idea.
........................
Secretary/ Just the one message. From Chief. “Don’t forget you’re expected at Friday late supper. Now that you’re back onboard.” Whatever he means by that.
Chief/ Maybe set something up like Truman had in Key West. At any rate I’m sick of this place! Sun didn’t even break through yesterday.
Official/ It did three blocks away. Picnic at Commerce. Had a few beers and forgot baseball cap.
So this fishbelly-white face now is...
Chief/ Never made it through! You must’ve gone to tanning salon.
......................
Mentor/ Leaked! Daily News ready with BIGGIES’ SUN TIFF! Your apology to him more interesting, so they’ll hold story.
Official/ No way! Too silly even for dealing with him.
..........................
Senator/ Look! You want this bill as much as I do. He’ll veto if you don’t...
...............................
Owner/ Hi! Maxie of Gold Standard Tan? Girls mixed up. We know you were in yesterday. But was it at ten,
or at twelve-ten?
Official/ Twelve-ten. My lunch hour.
Owner/ Great! Writing it in! I can’t tell you how important it is to straighten that out!
Official/I have some idea.
........................
Secretary/ Just the one message. From Chief. “Don’t forget you’re expected at Friday late supper. Now that you’re back onboard.” Whatever he means by that.
Sunday, January 15, 2006
Blitzkrieg&Shock&Awe
Turn it over to these
new Polacks &
just guard the oil.
Let them kill
each other,
winner taking all
heroic names.
Turn it over to these
new Polacks &
just guard the oil.
Let them kill
each other,
winner taking all
heroic names.
Saturday, January 14, 2006
Blind Dates
Mine spoke extensively of hair and nails. When I suggested impeaching this sonofabitch of a president, she gushed “Oh I love him!”
Well mine resembled the horses that formed her special madness. Lectured thereupon. I’ll tell you, you really can’t speak of their morals, but if you could...!
They’re pigs!
Nah. Lousy comparison. Most of those are smarter than people. Just need to be organized.
No more denial. I’m finished! Interested in a suicide pact, statement, manifesto?
Whatever. I’m onboard.
Start a draft now?
Nah. That’s just a step towards giving it meaning.
Method? Nosedive? Gun? Searing cocktail?
What the fuck’s the difference?
Class. Background. Science.
Why we’ve lost our minds.
Mine spoke extensively of hair and nails. When I suggested impeaching this sonofabitch of a president, she gushed “Oh I love him!”
Well mine resembled the horses that formed her special madness. Lectured thereupon. I’ll tell you, you really can’t speak of their morals, but if you could...!
They’re pigs!
Nah. Lousy comparison. Most of those are smarter than people. Just need to be organized.
No more denial. I’m finished! Interested in a suicide pact, statement, manifesto?
Whatever. I’m onboard.
Start a draft now?
Nah. That’s just a step towards giving it meaning.
Method? Nosedive? Gun? Searing cocktail?
What the fuck’s the difference?
Class. Background. Science.
Why we’ve lost our minds.
Friday, January 13, 2006
Advice
A Press’d make something of this meeting.
B Irrelevant-–as they are, have been, will be.
A Your supreme court guy?
B In your place, would’ve hammered him so thin by
now, slid him under the hearing door and
gone forever.
A We can’t get...!
B Ghinny, ain’t he? Mafia!
A No connection.
B Invention is the mother of necessity.
Meantime, take my wife! Please! Well, this
check anyway.
A Grilled cheese and root beer? Hardly sinister.
B Hey! Even a traitorous whore needs a bit of
comfort food.
A Press’d make something of this meeting.
B Irrelevant-–as they are, have been, will be.
A Your supreme court guy?
B In your place, would’ve hammered him so thin by
now, slid him under the hearing door and
gone forever.
A We can’t get...!
B Ghinny, ain’t he? Mafia!
A No connection.
B Invention is the mother of necessity.
Meantime, take my wife! Please! Well, this
check anyway.
A Grilled cheese and root beer? Hardly sinister.
B Hey! Even a traitorous whore needs a bit of
comfort food.
Thursday, January 12, 2006
The Temple of Fear
is larger than the world.
Assassins guard our room.
Contemptuous of ideas,
they have a job to do.
Some few escort coffins of
babies. Though parents weep
ashes, they're consoled by
flags and holy books courtesy
of Wealth. Reasons for sacrifice
fade in and out. Victims have
to ask of patriots the latest.
is larger than the world.
Assassins guard our room.
Contemptuous of ideas,
they have a job to do.
Some few escort coffins of
babies. Though parents weep
ashes, they're consoled by
flags and holy books courtesy
of Wealth. Reasons for sacrifice
fade in and out. Victims have
to ask of patriots the latest.
Wednesday, January 11, 2006
When the Personal Is Political*
In sweating fury
you “clean” your
place! An hour be-
fore,phone as-
serted drop-
in! Christ!
Last 5 minutes
you indemnify
w/deodorant etc.
Not,thus,stinking.
No further worry,
of course, as
we all store
the smile for
opening doors.
------------
*Ethicists: Past time for [government] cleanup--
US New & World Report
In sweating fury
you “clean” your
place! An hour be-
fore,phone as-
serted drop-
in! Christ!
Last 5 minutes
you indemnify
w/deodorant etc.
Not,thus,stinking.
No further worry,
of course, as
we all store
the smile for
opening doors.
------------
*Ethicists: Past time for [government] cleanup--
US New & World Report
Tuesday, January 10, 2006
(previous...corrected)
What You’re Buying
That you hit Mr Y
with a crowbar in
the freight elevator
of The Z Building
has become lost
in niceties. Con-
ference at bar pro-
duces arm-waving.
Each juror blanks.
Advocate returns.
His wink you relay
to the wife. Flashes
then her own okay
to the mistress.
What You’re Buying
That you hit Mr Y
with a crowbar in
the freight elevator
of The Z Building
has become lost
in niceties. Con-
ference at bar pro-
duces arm-waving.
Each juror blanks.
Advocate returns.
His wink you relay
to the wife. Flashes
then her own okay
to the mistress.
Next-generation Parental Controls
Arrest
the breast!
Unprovoke
horny brats!
But Mohammed's
beheading in portal
A is okay, or his
disembowelment in
Portal B. Best of all
possible games, he
becomes Christian
in Portal C, be-
heading therein
Mohammed 2.
Arrest
the breast!
Unprovoke
horny brats!
But Mohammed's
beheading in portal
A is okay, or his
disembowelment in
Portal B. Best of all
possible games, he
becomes Christian
in Portal C, be-
heading therein
Mohammed 2.
Monday, January 09, 2006
2, believe it or not, related
Doldrums
The man who defrags
is a bit of a nag,
having watched tails wag
the Microsoft dog.
--------
The Horse Latitudes
proved bad
for the horses.
Keep an eye clear,
for we’re looking
to lighten
the firm.
Doldrums
The man who defrags
is a bit of a nag,
having watched tails wag
the Microsoft dog.
--------
The Horse Latitudes
proved bad
for the horses.
Keep an eye clear,
for we’re looking
to lighten
the firm.
Sunday, January 08, 2006
My atheist prays
with a friend
checking out.
Paradox is human
beauty. We hold
ideas, but love
dreams, as we must, a-
mid corruption’s rout.
with a friend
checking out.
Paradox is human
beauty. We hold
ideas, but love
dreams, as we must, a-
mid corruption’s rout.
Saturday, January 07, 2006
Setting Up the Martyrdom
Desire it here, blasted
ground with light
shaft, thus, on me.
Finally, unrighteous anger,
with God’s grace triggered,
has seized, forces them
forth, wrapped in their
Satanic words and sec-
ular raiments. I have
in hand
RSVPs.
Desire it here, blasted
ground with light
shaft, thus, on me.
Finally, unrighteous anger,
with God’s grace triggered,
has seized, forces them
forth, wrapped in their
Satanic words and sec-
ular raiments. I have
in hand
RSVPs.
