Tuesday, February 28, 2006
A Poor Thing But Mine Own*
Something I just like
and hope others will.
What does it mean?
I couldn’t be bothered.
So play with it a smidge.
See if you’ll catch
yourself smile--
or spit--
years later
during a stroll,
or graduation,
angled in-
terludes of
passion. Sprees
with truth,
maybe.
*The Theoretical Goose
dasen’t honk.
Behavior dis
-sembles,
-assembles.
The building,
is leaving
Elvis for
a storm of
category.
Something I just like
and hope others will.
What does it mean?
I couldn’t be bothered.
So play with it a smidge.
See if you’ll catch
yourself smile--
or spit--
years later
during a stroll,
or graduation,
angled in-
terludes of
passion. Sprees
with truth,
maybe.
*The Theoretical Goose
dasen’t honk.
Behavior dis
-sembles,
-assembles.
The building,
is leaving
Elvis for
a storm of
category.
Monday, February 27, 2006
The Left Libertarian
Hey, help us out
when a category 5
put the Impala
on the rooftop!
And with Grandma
shitting her pants
and thinking the mail-
man is Jesus. Plus
Dad’s bills after enough
cancer to rot The Titantic.
Tuition breaks
the rich don’t need,
nor their infinite
other thieveries
aided by boughten
officials. Keep out
of wars and bedrooms.
Come off in your own space!
Let’s take it back from
the smug ones
who plunder the nation
and steal elections
in our name.
Home of the brave
just words
if we watch piracy.
Hey, help us out
when a category 5
put the Impala
on the rooftop!
And with Grandma
shitting her pants
and thinking the mail-
man is Jesus. Plus
Dad’s bills after enough
cancer to rot The Titantic.
Tuition breaks
the rich don’t need,
nor their infinite
other thieveries
aided by boughten
officials. Keep out
of wars and bedrooms.
Come off in your own space!
Let’s take it back from
the smug ones
who plunder the nation
and steal elections
in our name.
Home of the brave
just words
if we watch piracy.
Sunday, February 26, 2006
The Universe Is Random
Some say.
It may be
so random
it’s ordered.
Like baseball,
once you hit
the homerun
your team loses
in chaos yet
again. God
is the moving
of the fence
as you celebrate.
Well, call it
what you will.
Fence moves.
Count the planks.
Analyze the composition
of the wood. Important
to have something to do
which moves the fence,
also, as it moves itself.
Some say.
It may be
so random
it’s ordered.
Like baseball,
once you hit
the homerun
your team loses
in chaos yet
again. God
is the moving
of the fence
as you celebrate.
Well, call it
what you will.
Fence moves.
Count the planks.
Analyze the composition
of the wood. Important
to have something to do
which moves the fence,
also, as it moves itself.
Saturday, February 25, 2006
The Master Programmer
Operative/ We’re in trouble big time!
MP/ As we were in the two large ones. They–somehow–turned out.
O/ But we’ll lose a lot of seats!
MP/ Will, and then won’t.
O/ Are you saying...?
MP/ A little retail influence. Just enough.
O/ But...too many bases on too many fields!
MP/ I can do it from my car.
Operative/ We’re in trouble big time!
MP/ As we were in the two large ones. They–somehow–turned out.
O/ But we’ll lose a lot of seats!
MP/ Will, and then won’t.
O/ Are you saying...?
MP/ A little retail influence. Just enough.
O/ But...too many bases on too many fields!
MP/ I can do it from my car.
Friday, February 24, 2006
The Georgie Porgie Questions
Why, finally, run
away? Unclear.
Did teary girls
concert in-
side a proper
mortification for
him, or more? Ah!
Therefore refreshed as
women, radiate by sex
the snarky troglodyte?
Feminism seeded
thus by Mother Goose?
Why, finally, run
away? Unclear.
Did teary girls
concert in-
side a proper
mortification for
him, or more? Ah!
Therefore refreshed as
women, radiate by sex
the snarky troglodyte?
Feminism seeded
thus by Mother Goose?
Thursday, February 23, 2006
The Promise of War–an Interlude
Let’s meet
when all of
this is over,
and strangle some
whores.
Let’s meet
when all of
this is over,
and strangle some
whores.
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
Meeting His Folks
Dad good &
pliant, like
the asshole prom-
ised by situa-
tion comedies,
that American Tem-
plate. “But your
Mother! Jesus!”
she waves her arms,
a wild thing
upon escaping.
He’s at a loss
with women
once again.
Nobody knows why
Dads behave and
Moms stay Moms.
Dad good &
pliant, like
the asshole prom-
ised by situa-
tion comedies,
that American Tem-
plate. “But your
Mother! Jesus!”
she waves her arms,
a wild thing
upon escaping.
He’s at a loss
with women
once again.
Nobody knows why
Dads behave and
Moms stay Moms.
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
In one Godfather film, Al Neri takes Fredo,
turncoat brother, for a terminal boat ride.
-----------
Thugs Need a Thug
responds to wink
or nod,or word
that overheard
means nothing.
Then,bill carried,
game fixed,pigeon,
water-boarded,passes.
Best performances
exhibit little
breath at
the end.
turncoat brother, for a terminal boat ride.
-----------
Thugs Need a Thug
responds to wink
or nod,or word
that overheard
means nothing.
Then,bill carried,
game fixed,pigeon,
water-boarded,passes.
Best performances
exhibit little
breath at
the end.
Sunday, February 19, 2006
A Mighty Fortress Is Our Gelt
VP shoots man.
Rendition as full
of dry holes as Texas.
Another paradox,since
a few holes filled
with slime &
some with booze.
Forget such fancy.
"Story over.
Cheney wins.
Again." Concludes
Bill. Real stinks
linger,I answer.
Visitors long after
nauseated.
VP shoots man.
Rendition as full
of dry holes as Texas.
Another paradox,since
a few holes filled
with slime &
some with booze.
Forget such fancy.
"Story over.
Cheney wins.
Again." Concludes
Bill. Real stinks
linger,I answer.
Visitors long after
nauseated.
Saturday, February 18, 2006
Ah the Personal Retrospective
You hero, villain
or some wretch-
ed degree between?
What went right?
Wrong? & how?
Still slippery
after all these years?
Kvetch if you must,
a style for others, but
you’re not too good.
Could be problem
thinking. As now.
You hero, villain
or some wretch-
ed degree between?
What went right?
Wrong? & how?
Still slippery
after all these years?
Kvetch if you must,
a style for others, but
you’re not too good.
Could be problem
thinking. As now.
Friday, February 17, 2006
Cheney, Instead, in the Big City
9-1-1, what is the nature of the emergency?
I just shot a man. Please send an officer in
fourteen hours.
9-1-1, what is the nature of the emergency?
I just shot a man. Please send an officer in
fourteen hours.
Thursday, February 16, 2006
Reflecting on the month I got culture
and the marvelous applicability and
ecstatically mixed-media thrust
of the phrase artsy-fartsy.
and the marvelous applicability and
ecstatically mixed-media thrust
of the phrase artsy-fartsy.
Wednesday, February 15, 2006
Questioning Art
What if Michaelangelo had proclaimed from
way far up there on the Sistine scaffolding?
"I'm beginning to see color,and the human
form,all forms really,as planes and cubes and
surfaces transmuting and revolving as does
everything in nature. You can actually look
at the woods in the rain and glimpse
not woods nor rain but purest essence
closer yet to God." Then,
patron Cardinal fatly snapping
"Fuck this visionary ghinny! Bring me
somebody whose head isn't up his ass!"
We’d have surely gotten Sal,
and lost thereof a certain flavor.
What if Michaelangelo had proclaimed from
way far up there on the Sistine scaffolding?
"I'm beginning to see color,and the human
form,all forms really,as planes and cubes and
surfaces transmuting and revolving as does
everything in nature. You can actually look
at the woods in the rain and glimpse
not woods nor rain but purest essence
closer yet to God." Then,
patron Cardinal fatly snapping
"Fuck this visionary ghinny! Bring me
somebody whose head isn't up his ass!"
We’d have surely gotten Sal,
and lost thereof a certain flavor.
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
John Q lost his job, & then
his unemployment pay,
his wife, car, &
medical insurance.
No hope now, though
the children visit, exit
sneering. Terminal-
ly bitter, he consults
the Anti-Giru, who crashes
in a hole, no snowy peak.
How can I be even
MORE abjectly screwed
to death? J. Q. begs.
"Why, just proclaim this Yankee-
Doodle Mantra!” ex-
horts prophet: “PRIVATIZATION!
GLOBALIZATION!” & John Q does
witness, thereupon, angels
in a circle jerk-
ing wings & melding sweet-
est chords to consecrate
the rapturous words.
his unemployment pay,
his wife, car, &
medical insurance.
No hope now, though
the children visit, exit
sneering. Terminal-
ly bitter, he consults
the Anti-Giru, who crashes
in a hole, no snowy peak.
How can I be even
MORE abjectly screwed
to death? J. Q. begs.
"Why, just proclaim this Yankee-
Doodle Mantra!” ex-
horts prophet: “PRIVATIZATION!
GLOBALIZATION!” & John Q does
witness, thereupon, angels
in a circle jerk-
ing wings & melding sweet-
est chords to consecrate
the rapturous words.
Monday, February 13, 2006
JoJo & Chum
JJ/ Beat the rush and got me one of those health savings accounts. Really amounted up. I felt rich.
Ch/ How about now?
JJ/ Two days in hospital took it all.
Ch/ Probably some mistake. Some of your other coverages should’ve kicked in. Check the bill.
JJ/ They don’t give you a bill anymore. Just a statement as to how far they’ve put it up your ass.
Ch/ Didn’t know you was there for hemorrhoids.
JJ/ You’re very literal.
Ch/ So are they.
JJ/ Beat the rush and got me one of those health savings accounts. Really amounted up. I felt rich.
Ch/ How about now?
JJ/ Two days in hospital took it all.
Ch/ Probably some mistake. Some of your other coverages should’ve kicked in. Check the bill.
JJ/ They don’t give you a bill anymore. Just a statement as to how far they’ve put it up your ass.
Ch/ Didn’t know you was there for hemorrhoids.
JJ/ You’re very literal.
Ch/ So are they.
Sunday, February 12, 2006
The “Terrible Beauty" War Clique
craves tasteful emblem.
Droplets in sweet-
est hush of
blood spritzing an
ivory rose, ah! As
soldiers get dispatched
like rabid dogs.
craves tasteful emblem.
Droplets in sweet-
est hush of
blood spritzing an
ivory rose, ah! As
soldiers get dispatched
like rabid dogs.
Saturday, February 11, 2006
I lied
and realized it
at the time, not
completely. WMDs
probably spirited
to Syria or Disney.
We’re there now
and hafta stick
for democracy,
or fighting terrorists...
something. Uneasy lies
the crown...
Shakespeare
said that,
dummies!
and realized it
at the time, not
completely. WMDs
probably spirited
to Syria or Disney.
We’re there now
and hafta stick
for democracy,
or fighting terrorists...
something. Uneasy lies
the crown...
Shakespeare
said that,
dummies!
Friday, February 10, 2006
Universals
A very long wait
and some of us
getting rowdy
when the lowest
thief from our place,
scarlet and smirking,
gets rushed past.
The last view is of his
back,and that of the angel,
subsumed by the glow.
Jesus Christ! I must ex-
claim, Fix is in even here!
Some of us,hissed St Peter,
watch what we say.
And how we say it!
A very long wait
and some of us
getting rowdy
when the lowest
thief from our place,
scarlet and smirking,
gets rushed past.
The last view is of his
back,and that of the angel,
subsumed by the glow.
Jesus Christ! I must ex-
claim, Fix is in even here!
Some of us,hissed St Peter,
watch what we say.
And how we say it!
Thursday, February 09, 2006
Avoiding Colonoscopy
As most do. 1st
that gown. Well,
would’ve covered
Mick Jagger, but
not your fat ass.
Bomb scare,
you’re in
parking lot.
Adults care not,
but a schoolbus
flinging by
dopplers waves
of hilarity. Help!
Technology here
for a camera
probing as you
stroll supermarket.
Can broadcast to doc
or be taped for his
recreational viewing.
As most do. 1st
that gown. Well,
would’ve covered
Mick Jagger, but
not your fat ass.
Bomb scare,
you’re in
parking lot.
Adults care not,
but a schoolbus
flinging by
dopplers waves
of hilarity. Help!
Technology here
for a camera
probing as you
stroll supermarket.
Can broadcast to doc
or be taped for his
recreational viewing.
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
The Revolution
Collared the hallucinator
whose window gave out
to the railroad station.
A revolution of 1,his
arsenal’d equip
a battalion.
Of note,rocket
launcher which
could’ve zapped
us straining to see
the train coming.
He sighted us in
more than once.
Didn’t require pawns
in world dominion
just then. His torch
upthrusts in left and right
hands at this very moment.
Collared the hallucinator
whose window gave out
to the railroad station.
A revolution of 1,his
arsenal’d equip
a battalion.
Of note,rocket
launcher which
could’ve zapped
us straining to see
the train coming.
He sighted us in
more than once.
Didn’t require pawns
in world dominion
just then. His torch
upthrusts in left and right
hands at this very moment.
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
The Trees
In Athens the great connoisseurs
of female loveliness weigh in
sparsely at sidewalk tables o-
ver potent coffee. They gaze
judiciously before
considered comment.
German and French women
pass this rigorous test.
As do Danes and Swedes.
Americans get dis-
missed as “trees.”
I doubt heroin chic’s
defunct in The Apple. Even
so, you’d think the cops
on rag trade beat’d date
a model or two. Some do.
Others ride bikes
on Ragbrai, across,
of all places, Iowa.
And after a while, marry corn-
fed daughters of farmers, no
joke. These are beautiful.
Repeat, beautiful!
In Athens the great connoisseurs
of female loveliness weigh in
sparsely at sidewalk tables o-
ver potent coffee. They gaze
judiciously before
considered comment.
German and French women
pass this rigorous test.
As do Danes and Swedes.
Americans get dis-
missed as “trees.”
I doubt heroin chic’s
defunct in The Apple. Even
so, you’d think the cops
on rag trade beat’d date
a model or two. Some do.
Others ride bikes
on Ragbrai, across,
of all places, Iowa.
And after a while, marry corn-
fed daughters of farmers, no
joke. These are beautiful.
Repeat, beautiful!
Monday, February 06, 2006
The Bachelor
I tried but
she possessed
one blue and
one brown eye.
Dropped a hint.
She got special
contacts. Her
wit: a switch
of colors, so
brown now blue,
and blue etc. Throw-
ing down some
feminist gauntlet and
retaining there-
by the weirdness,
I suppose
that’s what they want,
but I’ve had enough.
I tried but
she possessed
one blue and
one brown eye.
Dropped a hint.
She got special
contacts. Her
wit: a switch
of colors, so
brown now blue,
and blue etc. Throw-
ing down some
feminist gauntlet and
retaining there-
by the weirdness,
I suppose
that’s what they want,
but I’ve had enough.
Sunday, February 05, 2006
Gave Thanksgiving
when 16-screener
made debut near me.
Thought one’d be
dedicated to adults.
True at first. Flick
about Cole Porter tack-
ling not just wit
but his bi-
cycling to exhaustion.
(The old film on him in-
volved the lady only.) That
arty-queer shit ceased
pretty much, and they
went all adolescent
with a vengeance. Exploding
cars just the half of it.
In hope, keep checking
their website for links
to latest. Found
their branding key,
so completely American!
How to dress a turkey.
when 16-screener
made debut near me.
Thought one’d be
dedicated to adults.
True at first. Flick
about Cole Porter tack-
ling not just wit
but his bi-
cycling to exhaustion.
(The old film on him in-
volved the lady only.) That
arty-queer shit ceased
pretty much, and they
went all adolescent
with a vengeance. Exploding
cars just the half of it.
In hope, keep checking
their website for links
to latest. Found
their branding key,
so completely American!
How to dress a turkey.
Saturday, February 04, 2006
Ruins are useless
if just for tour-
ist trudge But
let a local
fix a lean-to
awning to a wall
for an impromptu
coffee shop. While
there with gossipers
on homemade chairs,
the dogs scratching or
begging in dusk, drink
in the massive orange disc
slicing the wine dark sea.
if just for tour-
ist trudge But
let a local
fix a lean-to
awning to a wall
for an impromptu
coffee shop. While
there with gossipers
on homemade chairs,
the dogs scratching or
begging in dusk, drink
in the massive orange disc
slicing the wine dark sea.
Friday, February 03, 2006
slacker rock
Heard, like, this ancient record in the thrift,
Herman Woody or Woody Herman, either way
some kind of sharp Jew could toot-tootle
that fuckin clarinet, like whole streets
of nerdy little Odessa fiddlers kike
great grandfather of mine bores on about, you know?
What a laugh! Everybody workin so fuckin hard, max-
ing out so terrifically fuckin uncool.
Heard, like, this ancient record in the thrift,
Herman Woody or Woody Herman, either way
some kind of sharp Jew could toot-tootle
that fuckin clarinet, like whole streets
of nerdy little Odessa fiddlers kike
great grandfather of mine bores on about, you know?
What a laugh! Everybody workin so fuckin hard, max-
ing out so terrifically fuckin uncool.
Thursday, February 02, 2006
Yale
You? French Major? How...?
Junior Year Abroad beckoned. Ten months of fucking my brains out.
Short process. You’re a football player. How come the coach let you go?
Truth is I’m a pretty shitty football player. And Coach said don’t let my door hit you in the ass on your way to Paris!
Where you, of course, fulfilled your high objective?
Tried. But met Gaby and she clamped that crap. She’s coming here to live with me when I begin the doctorate in French Lit.
My God!
Sorry not to remain the ignoramus, but when you swim in another culture...
And find a good woman?
Yeah. You’re starting to notice my growing up. It’s shocking the hell out of me too.
You? French Major? How...?
Junior Year Abroad beckoned. Ten months of fucking my brains out.
Short process. You’re a football player. How come the coach let you go?
Truth is I’m a pretty shitty football player. And Coach said don’t let my door hit you in the ass on your way to Paris!
Where you, of course, fulfilled your high objective?
Tried. But met Gaby and she clamped that crap. She’s coming here to live with me when I begin the doctorate in French Lit.
My God!
Sorry not to remain the ignoramus, but when you swim in another culture...
And find a good woman?
Yeah. You’re starting to notice my growing up. It’s shocking the hell out of me too.
Wednesday, February 01, 2006
Conversation
I jog past the honeymooners on the beach. They remain entwined over their picnic lunch spread on a white cloth. Only the bottle of dark wine resists the glare.
A chance to talk to the ocean. So how’s it goin?
Not good. It’s too hot. I’m too hot all the time.
Yeah, global warming. We burn so much, gases clamp the heat in.
Well stop it! It’s unhealthy.
Blockheads in charge say scientists weave a daydream.
Well, they obviously don’t!
They’re yelled at, have gotten even more timid. Bullies rule.
Then do something! You do something!
I try. I’m a writer and...
Whereupon, a mini-tsunami! I rush away, but end on my knees. Picnic floating away, the churned honeymooners scowl in my direction.
I jog past the honeymooners on the beach. They remain entwined over their picnic lunch spread on a white cloth. Only the bottle of dark wine resists the glare.
A chance to talk to the ocean. So how’s it goin?
Not good. It’s too hot. I’m too hot all the time.
Yeah, global warming. We burn so much, gases clamp the heat in.
Well stop it! It’s unhealthy.
Blockheads in charge say scientists weave a daydream.
Well, they obviously don’t!
They’re yelled at, have gotten even more timid. Bullies rule.
Then do something! You do something!
I try. I’m a writer and...
Whereupon, a mini-tsunami! I rush away, but end on my knees. Picnic floating away, the churned honeymooners scowl in my direction.
