All Over the Place

His Will

Infinity of shrink-
wrapped bricks
of cash gone mis-

sing in Iraq.
God obviously
intends that

The Faithful
profiteth.

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no posts till early Jan '07

Girlfriends


-I woke up with Santa Claus.

-Jesus! Was he dressed?

-Jacket. Fake fur nice to the touch.

-Who was he, reallly?

-I told you.

-Mrs Claus’ll be pissed.

-Hey! She never appreciated his hard work

-You did, right?

-Pass.

-What do you actually remember?

-What I always remember. The experience that’s the same.

-Bitter?

-No. No up, down. Living in steady-state irony.

-You need a baby.

-I need a brain.

How To Kill Someone As a State

First, it’s messy
& nervous.

You can use
chemicals or
electricity,

even lasers
& microwaves
possible.

Old-fashioned
probably still best

& most poetically
apt, Firing Squad.

Joe Hill took five
in the left side
courtesy of Utah.

Forgotten, like a dim,
restaurant on

the Highway to this
Brilliant Fascism.

What Would Jesus Do?

Who could fathom?
Both a revolutionary

and purveyor of
Ancient Faith.

Vacation slot pop up
in local pulpit, he’d
be down the list.

Rocco and the Bookie

-Rove’s the fuckin Satan,whispering into dope’s earpiece so he can answer questions. It’s so fuckin pitiful that people can be for that moron!

-In politics,as in literature and life,we are amazed at the choices of our friends.

-English Major from great University of Pennsylvania graduates to being a bookie. A triumph!

-It’s nice work. Clever work. Very human.

-And I’ll bet you voted for that cocks...

-What odds? But I did,my legitimate side craved those tax cuts.

-What legitimate side?

-Beauty parlors all over our lush Delaware Valley.

-Figures. Another form of illusion. Like thinking we have a president when we got a drooler who couldn’t find his ass with both hands without Rove’s handbook.

-Uh huh. Love the passion,Rocco,but it’s not commerce. I must stop
elsewhere,then check my laptop and cell.

-Big shot! Self-ordained. South Philadelphia too small for him!

-Eagles giving five at Washington?

-Eagles for two hundred. They double,margin at least ten.

-I almost hope you win,you’re so upset. Best thing about being a minor criminal is you prosper under both parties! So I keep
an equal temperament.

-I hope you’re very proud of yourself.

-I definitely am. I run an honest business. Not many can say
the same.

-Crooked business!

-There is nothing,no no nothing,like the clashed edges of two words that kill!

-Get the fuck outa here!

-Wallace Stevens if you want to google him.

The Apprentice

-You’re in charge of Project 30.

-What’s that?

-Reporter used to write 30 after article. I don’t know if they do now,what
with computers and everything. 30 got to mean death too.

-You mean...?

-Just recents. They haven’t been gone that long,and we depended on them. So...we know how they’d vote.

-Come on! They can’t rise up and walk to the polls!

-Let us worry about that. That’s another project.

-Hah hah. Guess we put Religious Right in charge of that one.

-Great idea!

-Jokes,right? Pull the new guy's leg?

-Jokes lose votes!

    Our New Weapon

   A thing of tubes
   which fires not

 bullets but sided bits
 of metal. Which means?

(Well, generally not much
to those unbrown.) Only bad 
luck puts you strolling rural

   track when beered-up 
   boys itch to try 
   the damn thing out.

Million "rounds" a minute but 
after 20 seconds not trace-1

of you...save video the scold-
ing foreman burns. Ah well,
 
 Freedom isn't free. Thank 
 you for your contribution.

Newspapering Notes


rookie sent to fire in runkles apt block owned by bank

wrote of shrieking

never in paper

editor-- if it’s not here it didn’t happen

later chat w/ wit in runkles

lived a long time and lots of things
never happened here

My Sister and I

recall the day
we assed around on
the way to school and

blood poured down
the plaza steps.

Teachers herded us
into auditorium
and the principal

screamed about “the price
of freedom.’ We just shook

and the guards around
the building scared us
even more.

Daddy sneered the same
words later when shoving
us into the car with
the dogs. I wouldn't

leave without Waldo
the parakeet,whose cage
got pushed into my face.

I still feel the pattern
of the wires.

NYTimesmode

WANTED! REPUBLICAN POPULISTS

But it won’t work if you’re a Nazi

Answering Vitriol re Congressman’s Absences

Well,a few of those dates
in Paris for authoritative
conference. On my dime?

you wonder. On someone’s.

Pie

-Well you’ve finally done it. The entire pie.

-Too long in coming.

-Are the rest of us to starve? Is that it?

-God’s will.

-Besides,you’ll need servants forever. They’ll get a sliver.

-Malays or robots,Senators,whatever. But I suppose there’s no perfection on this earth. Let’s say for sake of accuracy we have 99 per cent.

-You’re insuring revolution!

-We already do. We own those franchises too.

-Uh huh. Better be well defended.

-That process is a thing of art.

-One day your Praetorian Guard will plant a shiv in your back!

-Until then,the yachts bob and the girls spread their legs. Uh,would you mind taking your smell elsewhere?

The Authority

Times have never been better. Once, I plucked a file from a cabinet to
confront your drained-of-color face. Now I scan a screen.

Occasionally peering at you. Over prop glasses...the fun part.

The upshot: you’ll do what I say. No wiggle.

I’m a patriot; I don’t know what you are.

At any rate, we’ve finally re-instilled respect for authority.

The country can never pay that debt to this administration!

Blogosphere

Gadzillions of blogs &
why not? Opportunities
to be silly,or affect

hauteur when
in this grave
nation the rich pry

it so far up your ass
your eyes water.

Bible has survived

its interpreters,
remains

neck and neck
with The Devil,

who quotes it,often
from the pulpit.

Process

Well,we long ago gave Republicans
one-car funeral to manage and how
they fucked it up irrevocably! None-

theless we elect opposites to do
SOMEthing! as the corpse stinks

up the hearse, & now what? Why they
seem all apprehension as to the thick-
ness and shape of the coffin. Rules

to consult have been misplaced or
chucked by GOP. Hearings promised!

A tire blows spontaneously.

Moving

Maybe it’s because it’s Florida,
but one cable channel’s dedicated
to the colon. It cites the monster

coils out from little nippers,& con-
firms old boys & girls should measure up.

Thus,their miraculous product,
herbal. “Full of shit” a relative term,

not.

The Actress

-Don’t think that term puts me off. Whore, Courtesan, Call Girl? I could care less.
But I think of myself as a Western Geisha. We can speak of Brahms or the Beetles,
the poetry of Wallace Stevens, the novels of Mishima or Faulkner. Anything!

-I recognize your name.

-Yes, from such Hollywood excrement as Hey! That’s My Excellent Bra,
The Theology of Eggs, and Deedle Tweedle.

-The Tweedle thing had pretty clever animation.

-Robots having sex. Spare me!

-Well,I guess we should...?

-You have the whole night. Don’t worry...or rush. My Gentlemen like me to lead
the first time. In subsequent appointments we experiment. Will that be
Master Card?

Prayer for Our Unworthiness

Hitler flooded the subways,
those sheltering from Hell
unworthy of him. May we al-
ways be unworthy of our pol-

iticians, most especially
today’s corporate whores
who lead where? The bank?
Boardroom? Country Club?