Friday, March 31, 2006
Pursuing Happiness
Reporter/ Surveys show more people watching your version of the trial.
Producer/ PIZZAZZ!
Reporter/ Yes, but a different, tenuous truth, hardly fair. Nearly fiction. Meanwhile, the real jury trial goes on. With awful consequences possible.
Producer/ Do you get up in the morning and look at the mirror to affirm your grave credentials? We're play-ing!
Reporter/ Some news reports are even ignoring the actual trial and featuring your bushwah!
Producer/ I'm hardly surprised.
Reporter/ And your virtual victim is swaying the people in the actual courtroom, and probably the jury too. Crazy! And much of it is fabricated. Or unknowable since she’s dead.
Producer/ Oh a fact or two in there. But for her kind of soliloquy to have impact; well, you fashion it, of course. From focus groups. That’s the art of today. You know…it’s dawning on me that I’m merely saying what everybody knows. Except you.
Reporter/ You've already showed the accused as murderer! Replay after replay from every
conceivable angle.
Producer/ Well, you must stand for something in this life! And in the virtual version also. We're going for conviction! Pounding and pounding that idea home!
Why not? And we got our own forensics from our own inventive labs. Death sentence for sure! Wake up! He’s a sonofabitch.
Reporter/ But what if…innocent?
Producer/ What does that word mean, really? I wouldn't apply it to you and me.
Reporter/ And your investigators! Rosa and David!
What they don’t know they invent!
Producer/ They’re vulgar. Truth is vulgar. And they’re in cutthroat competition with each other, but they’ll be fucking before trials end. Hey! That’s five, ten extra basis points right there.
Reporter/ Christ! You’re creating you own world! Insane!
Producer/ Then everybody is.
Reporter/ We've got to…find a core…something! Before it’s too late.
Producer/ We have! Take the Super Bowl. Last freaky play, ball bounces off Jet Helmet, Eagle grabs it, runs the other way. Touchdown! And Philly drinks Champagne.
Reporter/ Tremendous game!
Producer/ Still is! But in our DVD, it smacks helmet and falls to turf. Jets win! We've sold millions through that gorgeous New York Jet site, and Professor Telranon of Duke says our version will become the historical record.
Reporter/ But it’s lying. It’s all lying. Everything is lying! We can't go on like this!
Producer/ Nonsense. People get what they want. It’s the definition of happiness. Guaranteed in the Constitution—the good part, not the one politicians wipe their ass with.
Reporter/ Surveys show more people watching your version of the trial.
Producer/ PIZZAZZ!
Reporter/ Yes, but a different, tenuous truth, hardly fair. Nearly fiction. Meanwhile, the real jury trial goes on. With awful consequences possible.
Producer/ Do you get up in the morning and look at the mirror to affirm your grave credentials? We're play-ing!
Reporter/ Some news reports are even ignoring the actual trial and featuring your bushwah!
Producer/ I'm hardly surprised.
Reporter/ And your virtual victim is swaying the people in the actual courtroom, and probably the jury too. Crazy! And much of it is fabricated. Or unknowable since she’s dead.
Producer/ Oh a fact or two in there. But for her kind of soliloquy to have impact; well, you fashion it, of course. From focus groups. That’s the art of today. You know…it’s dawning on me that I’m merely saying what everybody knows. Except you.
Reporter/ You've already showed the accused as murderer! Replay after replay from every
conceivable angle.
Producer/ Well, you must stand for something in this life! And in the virtual version also. We're going for conviction! Pounding and pounding that idea home!
Why not? And we got our own forensics from our own inventive labs. Death sentence for sure! Wake up! He’s a sonofabitch.
Reporter/ But what if…innocent?
Producer/ What does that word mean, really? I wouldn't apply it to you and me.
Reporter/ And your investigators! Rosa and David!
What they don’t know they invent!
Producer/ They’re vulgar. Truth is vulgar. And they’re in cutthroat competition with each other, but they’ll be fucking before trials end. Hey! That’s five, ten extra basis points right there.
Reporter/ Christ! You’re creating you own world! Insane!
Producer/ Then everybody is.
Reporter/ We've got to…find a core…something! Before it’s too late.
Producer/ We have! Take the Super Bowl. Last freaky play, ball bounces off Jet Helmet, Eagle grabs it, runs the other way. Touchdown! And Philly drinks Champagne.
Reporter/ Tremendous game!
Producer/ Still is! But in our DVD, it smacks helmet and falls to turf. Jets win! We've sold millions through that gorgeous New York Jet site, and Professor Telranon of Duke says our version will become the historical record.
Reporter/ But it’s lying. It’s all lying. Everything is lying! We can't go on like this!
Producer/ Nonsense. People get what they want. It’s the definition of happiness. Guaranteed in the Constitution—the good part, not the one politicians wipe their ass with.
Thursday, March 30, 2006
Dance Recital
opens with Apache number,
like from 1930s film
musical. I know it's
stylized,from Paris
slums originally,but
he's quite brutal,she
overpassive...or
"Democrat," cracked
my glum companion.
opens with Apache number,
like from 1930s film
musical. I know it's
stylized,from Paris
slums originally,but
he's quite brutal,she
overpassive...or
"Democrat," cracked
my glum companion.
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
the god thing
Someone gets cancer
and will die soon-
er. Get the best!
you prompt. No
matter. All
answers in-
complete. If
the god thing
wasn’t darkest
fraud perpetuated
by scumbags...
well, not all of them.
Those others, if thrown
willy-nilly on labor
market‘d starve. So, pro-
moting full employment, might
just fake alongside, me.
Someone gets cancer
and will die soon-
er. Get the best!
you prompt. No
matter. All
answers in-
complete. If
the god thing
wasn’t darkest
fraud perpetuated
by scumbags...
well, not all of them.
Those others, if thrown
willy-nilly on labor
market‘d starve. So, pro-
moting full employment, might
just fake alongside, me.
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
Hail to the Woman
softball pitcher! She
winds,& catapults
that fuckin thing.
Like (no pun) ballsy!
Hey! She can frill up
for the stupid dance.
Tart up too--if need be.
If your bat’s high
watch it! Might
just knock it limp.
softball pitcher! She
winds,& catapults
that fuckin thing.
Like (no pun) ballsy!
Hey! She can frill up
for the stupid dance.
Tart up too--if need be.
If your bat’s high
watch it! Might
just knock it limp.
Monday, March 27, 2006
As a creative professor
made a career
of vagueness.
Sounds like stance,
but much natural
inviting students
to enter,whit-
tle some clarity,
or become themselves
fogged in a space. Cit-
izens throwing up
their hands
at all of this?
Can’t blame them.
Cogs,they grow
to love
shining.
made a career
of vagueness.
Sounds like stance,
but much natural
inviting students
to enter,whit-
tle some clarity,
or become themselves
fogged in a space. Cit-
izens throwing up
their hands
at all of this?
Can’t blame them.
Cogs,they grow
to love
shining.
Sunday, March 26, 2006
French Connections
MONSIEUR BILL
Cherchez les bimbos.
MONSIEUR GEORGE
Cherchez les $$$$$$.
MONSIEUR BILL
Cherchez les bimbos.
MONSIEUR GEORGE
Cherchez les $$$$$$.
Saturday, March 25, 2006
Present Tense
CSPAN caller: God
doesn’t have a religion.
Well he better fuckin’
get one! Or “God Is Deaders”
regain their feminine pinky-hold. May
I suggest Militant Christianity? Hey!
Go with the Mega-Bombs,Baby! Hell-
uva surplus of gays & ragtops anyway.
St Tolerance In Proportion label me.
CSPAN caller: God
doesn’t have a religion.
Well he better fuckin’
get one! Or “God Is Deaders”
regain their feminine pinky-hold. May
I suggest Militant Christianity? Hey!
Go with the Mega-Bombs,Baby! Hell-
uva surplus of gays & ragtops anyway.
St Tolerance In Proportion label me.
Friday, March 24, 2006
Central Plank
GOP
War,Peace,endless loop of billions
to our buddies & back in our name.
DEM
Oh dear and oh my! We’re meeting
soon to find out where we stand.
Then we’ll act! Or react...something.
GOP
War,Peace,endless loop of billions
to our buddies & back in our name.
DEM
Oh dear and oh my! We’re meeting
soon to find out where we stand.
Then we’ll act! Or react...something.
Thursday, March 23, 2006
Conservatism in Dynamic Definition
Get together and seal the room.
Discuss the tribe’s increase
in gelt by damming any
rising tide.
Get together and seal the room.
Discuss the tribe’s increase
in gelt by damming any
rising tide.
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
Since the regime
cuts taxes and won’t pay bills,
we’ve stuck the kids with
the check for 30,000 each.
Not to panic! With acumen
stored beneath the Sun
God,the vague whelps
could be organized to start
earning,thus paying off
their debt. Even three
year olds can rinse
lemonade glasses.
cuts taxes and won’t pay bills,
we’ve stuck the kids with
the check for 30,000 each.
Not to panic! With acumen
stored beneath the Sun
God,the vague whelps
could be organized to start
earning,thus paying off
their debt. Even three
year olds can rinse
lemonade glasses.
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
Aussies Clean Up After Monster Cyclone
Well, it’s not like here.
They’ll take care
of each other.
Well, it’s not like here.
They’ll take care
of each other.
Monday, March 20, 2006
Sunday, March 19, 2006
Club Notes
The fellow just lost babies to
a bomb and cradling what remains
has existed in one’s mind as
a National Geographic spread a-
mong swathed others of a glaring
desert. Plus terror-
ists at Pine & Spruce intent on
screwing Grandma–this a stretch,
but nonetheless,would you want
him on the 1st tee, even
if he lost the babies?
The fellow just lost babies to
a bomb and cradling what remains
has existed in one’s mind as
a National Geographic spread a-
mong swathed others of a glaring
desert. Plus terror-
ists at Pine & Spruce intent on
screwing Grandma–this a stretch,
but nonetheless,would you want
him on the 1st tee, even
if he lost the babies?
Saturday, March 18, 2006
Widebellies
cranking out old
hits. Rise up!
Subtext: So what
fuck happened?
In smearing neon
Stretch Mercedes
ticks curbside.
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I Saw the Harbor Lights: A Tragedy
a/ Got to know The Emir at the camel races . Gold brick
of a guy.
b/ You bet on those things?
a/ Is the Cardinal a Catholic?
a/ Which one?
b/ Always the question. In the larger context, who do I give the check to when two lobbyists drop by for coffee after the meal? I never avoid moral problems,though. Why I’m reelected.
a/ Well the ports deal’s in the toilet. Should you give back...?
b/ I’m sorry. Not familiar with the term.
a/ Lose-lose for them.
b/ Win-win for us.
a/ How do you figure?
b/ Incessantly! Anyway, Republicans got to prove we’re not the megalomaniac’s rubber stamp one percent of the time. And the money, as always, is nice.
a/ How ‘bout Democrats?
b/ I’m sorry. Not familiar with that term either.
cranking out old
hits. Rise up!
Subtext: So what
fuck happened?
In smearing neon
Stretch Mercedes
ticks curbside.
-----
I Saw the Harbor Lights: A Tragedy
a/ Got to know The Emir at the camel races . Gold brick
of a guy.
b/ You bet on those things?
a/ Is the Cardinal a Catholic?
a/ Which one?
b/ Always the question. In the larger context, who do I give the check to when two lobbyists drop by for coffee after the meal? I never avoid moral problems,though. Why I’m reelected.
a/ Well the ports deal’s in the toilet. Should you give back...?
b/ I’m sorry. Not familiar with the term.
a/ Lose-lose for them.
b/ Win-win for us.
a/ How do you figure?
b/ Incessantly! Anyway, Republicans got to prove we’re not the megalomaniac’s rubber stamp one percent of the time. And the money, as always, is nice.
a/ How ‘bout Democrats?
b/ I’m sorry. Not familiar with that term either.
Friday, March 17, 2006
Ohio Was Stolen!
A lot of people think so, but the thieves won’t investigate themselves now, will they?
So, a dead letter. Someday, bitten by conscience, the master programmer will come forth. Then others will talk also. But too late for anything but a footnote.
I’m sorry. Though I believe all that too, I mean literally stolen. Ohio!
You don’t literally steal a state.
When you cross the Pennsylvania border, it’s like desert. Nothing.
Oh come on! How about the people, cities, cars, little towns, buses, trains? Where do the airplanes fly into?
Well if it’s UConn’s basketball team now at the end of their flight from Hartford to Columbus, pilot is finding nowhere to set down! Tower gone, airport kaput!
Like Philadelphia Experiment? Parked in another dimension or something? Or those files you erase but don’t really erase, so the cops can find out you’re interested in little girls’ underwear?
Your question exhibits too much information. Look, I know what has happened here and it’s a perversity. Those who stole it enjoy bringing real life to a metaphor. Like, the Republicans didn’t really steal Ohio, they stole the votes of Ohio. So, some who are as pissed as you are politically don’t steal votes, they steal the whole shooting match.
Hot Dogs!
Crazy bunch of trouble to go to! How do we get it back?
Oh it’ll just reappear some day, and the people in the state won’t know what anybody is talking about.
Much ado about nothing?
In the long run.
Poof?
Poof!
Some things are so dumb. I mean, smart people do them and they’re dumb.
And this is just one example.
A lot of people think so, but the thieves won’t investigate themselves now, will they?
So, a dead letter. Someday, bitten by conscience, the master programmer will come forth. Then others will talk also. But too late for anything but a footnote.
I’m sorry. Though I believe all that too, I mean literally stolen. Ohio!
You don’t literally steal a state.
When you cross the Pennsylvania border, it’s like desert. Nothing.
Oh come on! How about the people, cities, cars, little towns, buses, trains? Where do the airplanes fly into?
Well if it’s UConn’s basketball team now at the end of their flight from Hartford to Columbus, pilot is finding nowhere to set down! Tower gone, airport kaput!
Like Philadelphia Experiment? Parked in another dimension or something? Or those files you erase but don’t really erase, so the cops can find out you’re interested in little girls’ underwear?
Your question exhibits too much information. Look, I know what has happened here and it’s a perversity. Those who stole it enjoy bringing real life to a metaphor. Like, the Republicans didn’t really steal Ohio, they stole the votes of Ohio. So, some who are as pissed as you are politically don’t steal votes, they steal the whole shooting match.
Hot Dogs!
Crazy bunch of trouble to go to! How do we get it back?
Oh it’ll just reappear some day, and the people in the state won’t know what anybody is talking about.
Much ado about nothing?
In the long run.
Poof?
Poof!
Some things are so dumb. I mean, smart people do them and they’re dumb.
And this is just one example.
Ohio Was Stolen!
A lot of people think so, but the thieves won’t investigate themselves now, will they? So, a dead letter. Someday, bit by conscience, the master programmer will come forth. Then others will talk also. But too late for anything but a footnote.
I’m sorry. Though I believe all that too, I mean literally stolen. Ohio!
You don’t literally steal a state.
When you cross the Pennsylvania border, it’s like desert. Nothing.
Oh come on! How about the people, cities, cars, little towns, buses, trains? Where do the airplanes fly into?
Well if it’s UConn’s basketball team at the end of their flight now from Hartford to Columbus, pilot is finding nowhere to set down! Tower gone, airport kaput!
Like Philadelphia Experiment? Parked in another dimension or something? Or those files you erase but don’t really erase, so the cops can find out you’re interested in little girls’ underwear?
Your question exhibits too much information. Look, I know what has happened here and it’s a perversity. Those who stole it enjoy bringing real life to a metaphor. Like, the Republicans didn’t really steal Ohio, they stole the votes of Ohio. So, some who are as pissed as you are politically don’t steal votes, they steal the whole shooting match. Hot Dogs!
Crazy bunch of trouble to go to! How do we get it back?
Oh it’ll just reappear some day, and the people in the state won’t know what anybody is talking about.
Much ado about nothing?
In the long run.
Poof?
Poof!
Some things are so dumb. I mean, smart people do them and they’re dumb.
And this is just one example.
A lot of people think so, but the thieves won’t investigate themselves now, will they? So, a dead letter. Someday, bit by conscience, the master programmer will come forth. Then others will talk also. But too late for anything but a footnote.
I’m sorry. Though I believe all that too, I mean literally stolen. Ohio!
You don’t literally steal a state.
When you cross the Pennsylvania border, it’s like desert. Nothing.
Oh come on! How about the people, cities, cars, little towns, buses, trains? Where do the airplanes fly into?
Well if it’s UConn’s basketball team at the end of their flight now from Hartford to Columbus, pilot is finding nowhere to set down! Tower gone, airport kaput!
Like Philadelphia Experiment? Parked in another dimension or something? Or those files you erase but don’t really erase, so the cops can find out you’re interested in little girls’ underwear?
Your question exhibits too much information. Look, I know what has happened here and it’s a perversity. Those who stole it enjoy bringing real life to a metaphor. Like, the Republicans didn’t really steal Ohio, they stole the votes of Ohio. So, some who are as pissed as you are politically don’t steal votes, they steal the whole shooting match. Hot Dogs!
Crazy bunch of trouble to go to! How do we get it back?
Oh it’ll just reappear some day, and the people in the state won’t know what anybody is talking about.
Much ado about nothing?
In the long run.
Poof?
Poof!
Some things are so dumb. I mean, smart people do them and they’re dumb.
And this is just one example.
Ohio Was Stolen!
A lot of people think so, but the thieves won’t investigate themselves now, will they? So, a dead letter. Someday, bit by conscience, the master programmer will come forth. Then others will talk also. But too late for anything but a footnote.
I’m sorry. Though I believe all that too, I mean literally stolen. Ohio!
You don’t literally steal a state.
When you cross the Pennsylvania border, it’s like desert. Nothing.
Oh come on! How about the people, cities, cars, little towns, buses, trains? Where do the airplanes fly into?
Well if it’s UConn’s basketball team at the end of their flight now from Hartford to Columbus, pilot is finding nowhere to set down! Tower gone, airport kaput!
Like Philadelphia Experiment? Parked in another dimension or something? Or those files you erase but don’t really erase, so the cops can find out you’re interested in little girls’ underwear?
Your question exhibits too much information. Look, I know what has happened here and it’s a perversity. Those who stole it enjoy bringing real life to a metaphor. Like, the Republicans didn’t really steal Ohio, they stole the votes of Ohio. So, some who are as pissed as you are politically don’t steal votes, they steal the whole shooting match. Hot Dogs!
Crazy bunch of trouble to go to! How do we get it back?
Oh it’ll just reappear some day, and the people in the state won’t know what anybody is talking about.
Much ado about nothing?
In the long run.
Poof?
Poof!
Some things are so dumb. I mean, smart people do them and they’re dumb.
And this is just one example.
A lot of people think so, but the thieves won’t investigate themselves now, will they? So, a dead letter. Someday, bit by conscience, the master programmer will come forth. Then others will talk also. But too late for anything but a footnote.
I’m sorry. Though I believe all that too, I mean literally stolen. Ohio!
You don’t literally steal a state.
When you cross the Pennsylvania border, it’s like desert. Nothing.
Oh come on! How about the people, cities, cars, little towns, buses, trains? Where do the airplanes fly into?
Well if it’s UConn’s basketball team at the end of their flight now from Hartford to Columbus, pilot is finding nowhere to set down! Tower gone, airport kaput!
Like Philadelphia Experiment? Parked in another dimension or something? Or those files you erase but don’t really erase, so the cops can find out you’re interested in little girls’ underwear?
Your question exhibits too much information. Look, I know what has happened here and it’s a perversity. Those who stole it enjoy bringing real life to a metaphor. Like, the Republicans didn’t really steal Ohio, they stole the votes of Ohio. So, some who are as pissed as you are politically don’t steal votes, they steal the whole shooting match. Hot Dogs!
Crazy bunch of trouble to go to! How do we get it back?
Oh it’ll just reappear some day, and the people in the state won’t know what anybody is talking about.
Much ado about nothing?
In the long run.
Poof?
Poof!
Some things are so dumb. I mean, smart people do them and they’re dumb.
And this is just one example.
Thursday, March 16, 2006
Impeach!...or...?
Old Hand/ Impeach? A fog. By the time you cut into the bags of these evil feather merchants, guy is back home being worshiped by other Executive and Corporate miscreants.
Idealist/ Sounds Mafia.
OH/ More exactly than any of us’ll ever know.
I/ Censure?
OH/ A game. Did it to Jackson. Later expunged. Want that same endless loop wasting billions?
I/ Like the war? Okay then arrest! Throw the cards down!
OH/ His defense: just politics. If it’s not, then try legislature first. The retailers. You want Sicily?
All in cages while lawyers and judges scream?
I/ I’d like to see that. Their despicable act on view!
OH/ Not entirely. Many Dems as dazed as rape victims.
Their case: Tried being nice.
And might as well add Old-Line Republicans babbling
an insanity strategy.
I/ None of that flies. Patsies got rewarded too.
OH/ Anyway, Modern Repubs’d get the whole deal catered.
Plus ask for ministers and strippers.
I/ Even I think that dichotomy’s a stretch.
OH/ Not so. Dem’s convention like Methodist picnic;
GOP ran pimps into nervous exhaustion
I/ And their trial defense when this grand day comes?
OH/ The finger.
I/ As always, then?
OH/ Something to count on at least.
Old Hand/ Impeach? A fog. By the time you cut into the bags of these evil feather merchants, guy is back home being worshiped by other Executive and Corporate miscreants.
Idealist/ Sounds Mafia.
OH/ More exactly than any of us’ll ever know.
I/ Censure?
OH/ A game. Did it to Jackson. Later expunged. Want that same endless loop wasting billions?
I/ Like the war? Okay then arrest! Throw the cards down!
OH/ His defense: just politics. If it’s not, then try legislature first. The retailers. You want Sicily?
All in cages while lawyers and judges scream?
I/ I’d like to see that. Their despicable act on view!
OH/ Not entirely. Many Dems as dazed as rape victims.
Their case: Tried being nice.
And might as well add Old-Line Republicans babbling
an insanity strategy.
I/ None of that flies. Patsies got rewarded too.
OH/ Anyway, Modern Repubs’d get the whole deal catered.
Plus ask for ministers and strippers.
I/ Even I think that dichotomy’s a stretch.
OH/ Not so. Dem’s convention like Methodist picnic;
GOP ran pimps into nervous exhaustion
I/ And their trial defense when this grand day comes?
OH/ The finger.
I/ As always, then?
OH/ Something to count on at least.
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
Definition "Privatization"
Privatization exchanges public thieves for private ones.
Macro, it’s Mafia and national chamber of commerce, corporate execs giving mendacity a bad name.
Micro, retarded Elmo, retained by the private trash company, gets half his former salary and no benefits.
There’s more. Still has to kick back to his uncle, the mayor, just like always.
Moral: If you find a genuinely little man, he must be fucked raw. Distasteful to some, but necessary in the course of human events.
Privatization exchanges public thieves for private ones.
Macro, it’s Mafia and national chamber of commerce, corporate execs giving mendacity a bad name.
Micro, retarded Elmo, retained by the private trash company, gets half his former salary and no benefits.
There’s more. Still has to kick back to his uncle, the mayor, just like always.
Moral: If you find a genuinely little man, he must be fucked raw. Distasteful to some, but necessary in the course of human events.
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
Poem, With Attorney
Christ bowls Lubbock,
his shirt a coiling
dragon. “Boy! That’s
some mouth you got on
you!” rags Lily Fowler
from opposing club.
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a/ Was there more?
p/ That’s it.
a/ Doesn’t tie much up. Well, anyway, State says hate crime.
p/ Cut it out!
a/ Times they are a-sensitive. Anyway, just worried twenty percent on that one. Civil case also.
p/ Now you’re definitely kidding.
a/ Well, he’s not. Judd Crofter of Ledge, Nevada contends you stole his Christ bowling idea.
p/ Lubbock too?
a/ No, Aberdeen.
p/ Which one? Maryland? South Dakota?
a/ The original, Scotland. And lawn bowling. Everybody in white.
p/ There y’go! Almost no resemblance!
a/ His attorney gleeful!
p/ Well if you can’t fight this absurd one...?
a/ Settle.
p/ What for?
a/ Few thousand
p/ No, I mean...!
a/ Not much. Thank God it’s only a lousy poem. Not respected on all the Wall Streets to put it mildly.
Had uncle sold crooked life insurance door to door. At family parties, he had a nice way of talking.
We called him the poet.
p/ Did he peek under the little girls’ pinafores also?
a/ Take out checkbook while I make the call. Dealing with peanuts like this, important to work fast.
Christ bowls Lubbock,
his shirt a coiling
dragon. “Boy! That’s
some mouth you got on
you!” rags Lily Fowler
from opposing club.
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a/ Was there more?
p/ That’s it.
a/ Doesn’t tie much up. Well, anyway, State says hate crime.
p/ Cut it out!
a/ Times they are a-sensitive. Anyway, just worried twenty percent on that one. Civil case also.
p/ Now you’re definitely kidding.
a/ Well, he’s not. Judd Crofter of Ledge, Nevada contends you stole his Christ bowling idea.
p/ Lubbock too?
a/ No, Aberdeen.
p/ Which one? Maryland? South Dakota?
a/ The original, Scotland. And lawn bowling. Everybody in white.
p/ There y’go! Almost no resemblance!
a/ His attorney gleeful!
p/ Well if you can’t fight this absurd one...?
a/ Settle.
p/ What for?
a/ Few thousand
p/ No, I mean...!
a/ Not much. Thank God it’s only a lousy poem. Not respected on all the Wall Streets to put it mildly.
Had uncle sold crooked life insurance door to door. At family parties, he had a nice way of talking.
We called him the poet.
p/ Did he peek under the little girls’ pinafores also?
a/ Take out checkbook while I make the call. Dealing with peanuts like this, important to work fast.
Monday, March 13, 2006
Welcome to America
They were all dwarfs. It was a gang of dwarfs. Why the cops took so long to catch--hard to see them at night.
So I spent sixteen years in…?
Ohgo, their leader, actually murdered your wife when she arrived in the middle. Mogatch, second in command, supervised the burglary.
A terrific job too. Much better than the state’s version of my faking it.
Swiss Cheese when we finished with them in court. Jury was asleep! Anyway, your settlement based on a hundred for each incarcerated day. Peanuts. They should have started with a flat million. Started! But I took it…and my third.
Ouch! Oh well, you had to breathe that prison air when you visited.
And while your endless paperwork was still going forth, we lost
half in the stock market. Welcome to America!
Never left.
They were all dwarfs. It was a gang of dwarfs. Why the cops took so long to catch--hard to see them at night.
So I spent sixteen years in…?
Ohgo, their leader, actually murdered your wife when she arrived in the middle. Mogatch, second in command, supervised the burglary.
A terrific job too. Much better than the state’s version of my faking it.
Swiss Cheese when we finished with them in court. Jury was asleep! Anyway, your settlement based on a hundred for each incarcerated day. Peanuts. They should have started with a flat million. Started! But I took it…and my third.
Ouch! Oh well, you had to breathe that prison air when you visited.
And while your endless paperwork was still going forth, we lost
half in the stock market. Welcome to America!
Never left.
Sunday, March 12, 2006
POLITICAL CLOSET DRAMA, MERCIFULLY SHORT
Bare stage except for table containing box.
Enter stage right, REPUBLICAN.
Stuffs pockets from money in box.
Offstage: (basso) Morality, Abortion, Patriotism! Squeeze the fairies’s bitty balls till they cry uncle! Guns! Nuke the Ay-rabs back to the Stone Age!
REPUBLICAN (a little dance)
Amen, Mothers! But-ttt
all of it ain’t worth a fuck
if it don’t fetch a buck.
(While exiting Far Right.)
So long, Suckers. (waving fistful of bills) I thank God every day for you! And on my knees, no shit! Now I’m going to get laid. Boy, girl? What’s the difference as long as you get off? Can’t believe pressure serving the people!
Voice (more basso) A/C D/C for you and me.
Enter stage left, DEMOCRAT. Shakes box.
DEMOCRAT
My keys are somewhere. I’ve looked and looked. Oh this is so disturbing, confusing! And I do wish the preachers would stop trying to run things. It’s hard enough!
(comes downstage to apron and pleads to audience)
Is there anyone out there who can help? Anyone?
Curtain falls behind him. He starts to flee left, then right. Finally crawls under curtain.
Effort loses pants, exposing panties.
Voice: (shrill) Butch is a bitch!
Immediate murmur behind Curtain. Grows. Someone is coming.
Or some thing.
Bare stage except for table containing box.
Enter stage right, REPUBLICAN.
Stuffs pockets from money in box.
Offstage: (basso) Morality, Abortion, Patriotism! Squeeze the fairies’s bitty balls till they cry uncle! Guns! Nuke the Ay-rabs back to the Stone Age!
REPUBLICAN (a little dance)
Amen, Mothers! But-ttt
all of it ain’t worth a fuck
if it don’t fetch a buck.
(While exiting Far Right.)
So long, Suckers. (waving fistful of bills) I thank God every day for you! And on my knees, no shit! Now I’m going to get laid. Boy, girl? What’s the difference as long as you get off? Can’t believe pressure serving the people!
Voice (more basso) A/C D/C for you and me.
Enter stage left, DEMOCRAT. Shakes box.
DEMOCRAT
My keys are somewhere. I’ve looked and looked. Oh this is so disturbing, confusing! And I do wish the preachers would stop trying to run things. It’s hard enough!
(comes downstage to apron and pleads to audience)
Is there anyone out there who can help? Anyone?
Curtain falls behind him. He starts to flee left, then right. Finally crawls under curtain.
Effort loses pants, exposing panties.
Voice: (shrill) Butch is a bitch!
Immediate murmur behind Curtain. Grows. Someone is coming.
Or some thing.
Saturday, March 11, 2006
Nut
Picketed during Clinton years.
EVERYTHING FOR SALE
One of his guys sat down with me on the grass of the mall, brought Starbucks coffee.
I thanked him, and listened as he explained they were working on some programs might actually help people.
That could be, I told him, but I don’t have much space
on my sign.
Hey! Cure disease, gotta root out germ.
I took sabbatical when Republicans came in.
Still bewildering how, but never mind. Anyway, couldn’t steal it all no matter what anybody says.
Well, I’m baa-aaack! With slight revision.
EVERYTHING FOR SALE REALLY
Picketed during Clinton years.
EVERYTHING FOR SALE
One of his guys sat down with me on the grass of the mall, brought Starbucks coffee.
I thanked him, and listened as he explained they were working on some programs might actually help people.
That could be, I told him, but I don’t have much space
on my sign.
Hey! Cure disease, gotta root out germ.
I took sabbatical when Republicans came in.
Still bewildering how, but never mind. Anyway, couldn’t steal it all no matter what anybody says.
Well, I’m baa-aaack! With slight revision.
EVERYTHING FOR SALE REALLY
Friday, March 10, 2006
I Saw the Harbor Lights: A Tragedy
a/ Got to know Emir at the camel races . God brick
of a guy.
b/ You bet on those things?
a/ Is the Cardinal a Catholic?
a/ Which one?
b/ Always the question. In the larger context, who do I give the check to when lobbyists drop by for coffee after the meal. I never avoided moral problems,though. Why I’m reelected.
a/ Well the ports deal’s in the toilet. Should you give back...?
b/ I’m sorry. Not familiar with the term.
a/ Lose-lose for them.
b/ Win-win for us.
a/ How do you figure?
b/ Incessantly! Anyway, Republicans got to prove we’re not the megalomaniac’s rubber stamps one percent of the time. And the money, as always, is nice.
a/ How ‘bout Democrats?
b/ I’m sorry. Not familiar with that term either.
a/ Got to know Emir at the camel races . God brick
of a guy.
b/ You bet on those things?
a/ Is the Cardinal a Catholic?
a/ Which one?
b/ Always the question. In the larger context, who do I give the check to when lobbyists drop by for coffee after the meal. I never avoided moral problems,though. Why I’m reelected.
a/ Well the ports deal’s in the toilet. Should you give back...?
b/ I’m sorry. Not familiar with the term.
a/ Lose-lose for them.
b/ Win-win for us.
a/ How do you figure?
b/ Incessantly! Anyway, Republicans got to prove we’re not the megalomaniac’s rubber stamps one percent of the time. And the money, as always, is nice.
a/ How ‘bout Democrats?
b/ I’m sorry. Not familiar with that term either.
Thursday, March 09, 2006
Plan For Dual Presidency
1,steeped in Godshit
who choreographs tragic
ceremony by informing
the Almighty
is not questioned,for
none can understand,thus
what is remains
what should be. Total-
ly marvelous scheme long
advocated by wealth,and
illuminating loss
of wife,husband,friend,
lover,testicle or breast.
Executive 2? Thorough-
ly pragmatic politician
surrounded by competents.
Sans God,since that toxicity
proves enough tonic re
1 and pious geese.
1,steeped in Godshit
who choreographs tragic
ceremony by informing
the Almighty
is not questioned,for
none can understand,thus
what is remains
what should be. Total-
ly marvelous scheme long
advocated by wealth,and
illuminating loss
of wife,husband,friend,
lover,testicle or breast.
Executive 2? Thorough-
ly pragmatic politician
surrounded by competents.
Sans God,since that toxicity
proves enough tonic re
1 and pious geese.
Wednesday, March 08, 2006
All Over the Place
Passage to Iraq
The native military band in
the ordered Baghdad garden
wheezes a standard of Bing’s
from High Society. Too
soon to cast Ali as him,Hasan
as Frank,clicking eggnogs with
some masked Grace. The White
Man’s Burden meantime shreds our
shoulders,but these pink,most-
ly Yankee faces won’t kvetch
to freshly civil wogs peppering
such democratic fetes. Makes
no difference what we say or
do to them,it’ll end the same.
Passage to Iraq
The native military band in
the ordered Baghdad garden
wheezes a standard of Bing’s
from High Society. Too
soon to cast Ali as him,Hasan
as Frank,clicking eggnogs with
some masked Grace. The White
Man’s Burden meantime shreds our
shoulders,but these pink,most-
ly Yankee faces won’t kvetch
to freshly civil wogs peppering
such democratic fetes. Makes
no difference what we say or
do to them,it’ll end the same.
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
Academies
a/ CRASH won.
b/ What’s that? NASCAR?
a/ The other race.
b/ Ah the endless one! How about cowboy suckface mid the dreck little antelopes?
a/ Best Direction.
b/ Right word, wrong time.
a/ Pretty much skipped politics for this one.
b/ Oh? Double-Dutch? Anyone throw nickels?
a/ Too dressed to pick ‘em up.
b/ Corporations won’t disdain.
a/ Do I hear that creaking Fall of the Roman Empire frame starting to...?
b/ That’s Romaine, with double latte. Now, send the rednecks to church. Satan the Shepherd awaits.
a/ Too too bitter!
b/ Hey, watch it! Your tap shows violations! Like to appear before Water Board?
a/ CRASH won.
b/ What’s that? NASCAR?
a/ The other race.
b/ Ah the endless one! How about cowboy suckface mid the dreck little antelopes?
a/ Best Direction.
b/ Right word, wrong time.
a/ Pretty much skipped politics for this one.
b/ Oh? Double-Dutch? Anyone throw nickels?
a/ Too dressed to pick ‘em up.
b/ Corporations won’t disdain.
a/ Do I hear that creaking Fall of the Roman Empire frame starting to...?
b/ That’s Romaine, with double latte. Now, send the rednecks to church. Satan the Shepherd awaits.
a/ Too too bitter!
b/ Hey, watch it! Your tap shows violations! Like to appear before Water Board?
Academies
a/ CRASH won.
b/ What’s that? NASCAR?
a/ The other race.
b/ Ah the endless one! How about cowboy suckface mid the dreck little antelopes?
a/ Best Direction.
b/ Right word, wrong time.
a/ Pretty much skipped politics for this one.
b/ Oh? Double-Dutch? Anyone throw nickels?
a/ Too dressed to pick ‘em up.
b/ Corporations won’t disdain.
a/ Do I head that creaking Fall of the Roman Empire frame starting to...?
b/ That’s Romaine, with double latte. Now, send the rednecks to church. Satan the Shepherd awaits.
a/ Too too bitter!
b/ Hey, watch it! Your tap shows violations! Like to appear before Water Board?
a/ CRASH won.
b/ What’s that? NASCAR?
a/ The other race.
b/ Ah the endless one! How about cowboy suckface mid the dreck little antelopes?
a/ Best Direction.
b/ Right word, wrong time.
a/ Pretty much skipped politics for this one.
b/ Oh? Double-Dutch? Anyone throw nickels?
a/ Too dressed to pick ‘em up.
b/ Corporations won’t disdain.
a/ Do I head that creaking Fall of the Roman Empire frame starting to...?
b/ That’s Romaine, with double latte. Now, send the rednecks to church. Satan the Shepherd awaits.
a/ Too too bitter!
b/ Hey, watch it! Your tap shows violations! Like to appear before Water Board?
Monday, March 06, 2006
“Fifteen Minutes of Glory!”
screamed Commander, and the men repeated it in a crescendo shaking the very stones. Then the quiet descended like a hammer.
Second then spoke. “I’m sorry the ammunition will run out fifteen minutes after their attack begins tomorrow–spy claims eight sharp. Unfortunately, our enemies won the despicable arms auction. At any rate, my responsibility and I failed.”
Some of the men yelled NO! but others just stared. Second was nowhere as popular. Swagger deficit.
“Retreat is for pussies!” soon grew among them, and fizzled.
“Let me make up a little by getting the largest order McDonald’s has even seen!” Everyone cheered and hoo-hahed. “I’ll take the virgin along for the heavy lifting.” They laughed at the reference to their most junior.
...
“Well young man, fifteen minutes of glory?”
“I’ll do my duty!”
“But your sad face says ‘I’m seventeen!’ My God to be seventeen!”
“Sir! You just passed McDonald’s!”
“Live and learn.”
screamed Commander, and the men repeated it in a crescendo shaking the very stones. Then the quiet descended like a hammer.
Second then spoke. “I’m sorry the ammunition will run out fifteen minutes after their attack begins tomorrow–spy claims eight sharp. Unfortunately, our enemies won the despicable arms auction. At any rate, my responsibility and I failed.”
Some of the men yelled NO! but others just stared. Second was nowhere as popular. Swagger deficit.
“Retreat is for pussies!” soon grew among them, and fizzled.
“Let me make up a little by getting the largest order McDonald’s has even seen!” Everyone cheered and hoo-hahed. “I’ll take the virgin along for the heavy lifting.” They laughed at the reference to their most junior.
...
“Well young man, fifteen minutes of glory?”
“I’ll do my duty!”
“But your sad face says ‘I’m seventeen!’ My God to be seventeen!”
“Sir! You just passed McDonald’s!”
“Live and learn.”
Sunday, March 05, 2006
Another Moe Dies
who trusted the words
in soaring documents,
acted thus.
& one day of many threw
everything he could in
a plastic bag,hitting
a murderous neighborhood.
Some food, some toys...hey
what the hell I’ve been without!
I don’t know your slang & guess
I’m just a square, or worse,
but I need babies ‘round & will
forever. A man laughed
I should give YOU a shirt!
Hey! This one’s me & I’m it.
He was often God-Blessed,
answering I don’t know...
I’m a more Eastern fool.
To know God is to be God.
Hell of an aim. We’re all
God anyways. Informed
his contradictions bosh,he thought
scholars hilarious & loved them
the more that they struck
out. If,to his surprise,before
the fabled gate: Angels
hafta stand around like this?
No chairs? Nice nosh?
who trusted the words
in soaring documents,
acted thus.
& one day of many threw
everything he could in
a plastic bag,hitting
a murderous neighborhood.
Some food, some toys...hey
what the hell I’ve been without!
I don’t know your slang & guess
I’m just a square, or worse,
but I need babies ‘round & will
forever. A man laughed
I should give YOU a shirt!
Hey! This one’s me & I’m it.
He was often God-Blessed,
answering I don’t know...
I’m a more Eastern fool.
To know God is to be God.
Hell of an aim. We’re all
God anyways. Informed
his contradictions bosh,he thought
scholars hilarious & loved them
the more that they struck
out. If,to his surprise,before
the fabled gate: Angels
hafta stand around like this?
No chairs? Nice nosh?
Saturday, March 04, 2006
Young Japanese Men
fix camera phones to
sticks, forward-
ing, thus, the delicate
undercarriages of girls
across the world.
Well, it’s better than
The Bataan Death March.
fix camera phones to
sticks, forward-
ing, thus, the delicate
undercarriages of girls
across the world.
Well, it’s better than
The Bataan Death March.
Friday, March 03, 2006
Urinating Advice: Young Men, Crowded Venues
Never at stadiums and the like
wait behind old men. Their
dribbles and drips after
barely denting the water
with streams endlessly weak’ll burn
you to the balls
of your feet, horribly
damming Niagra.
Never at stadiums and the like
wait behind old men. Their
dribbles and drips after
barely denting the water
with streams endlessly weak’ll burn
you to the balls
of your feet, horribly
damming Niagra.
Thursday, March 02, 2006
Twilight Zone
rebroadcast on sci-fi channel
and how good, with tight
direction & rich bw
photography.
Rod Serling in his smoky
voice tying it up. Okay,
could be little
bushwah & camp, but ser-
ious in contrast to today’s
breathless “news” &
endless self-
referential fuckaround,
meriting, would you be-
lieve, awards? Sheer
chutzpa‘d shame Barnum.
rebroadcast on sci-fi channel
and how good, with tight
direction & rich bw
photography.
Rod Serling in his smoky
voice tying it up. Okay,
could be little
bushwah & camp, but ser-
ious in contrast to today’s
breathless “news” &
endless self-
referential fuckaround,
meriting, would you be-
lieve, awards? Sheer
chutzpa‘d shame Barnum.
Wednesday, March 01, 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.
