All Over the Place

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Flanders’ Fields, Not

In Afghanistan the poppies grow
row on row on row on row.

Iraq's a total clusterfuck
on their sides & on ours.

Asshole buddies raking bucks
defines the GOP. High talk
and gutter morals. But

y'gotta love the talk really
it elevates us all if we
don't speak about it.

& just maybe if we just leave
the War Fascists alone they'll
slit their throats. Razor’s in their

hand & they’ve already managed
to come in their patriotic pants.

Flanders’ Fields, Not

In Afghanistan the poppies grow
row on row on row on row.

Iraq's a total clusterfuck
on their sides & on ours.

Asshole buddies raking bucks
defines the GOP. High talk
& gutter morals. But

y'gotta love the talk really
it elevates us all if we
don't speak about it.

& just maybe if we just leave
the War Fascists alone they'll
cut their throats. Razor’s in their

hand & they’ve already managed
to come in their patriotic pants.

Flanders’ Fields, Not

In Afghanistan the poppies grow
row on row on row on row.

Iraq's a total clusterfuck
on their sides & on ours.

Asshole buddies raking bucks
defines the GOP. High talk
and gutter morals. But

y'gotta love the talk really
it elevates us all if we
don't speak about it.

& just maybe if we just leave
the War Fascists alone they'll
slit their throats. Razor’s in their

hand & they’ve already managed
to come in their patriotic pants.

GOP Operators, Encore

Willie Horton was brilliant
in its time but it’s a '38 Ford. Let's
just say that if whatshisface runs...?

A little Swiftboating, pray?

Child’ s play, Son. We got Stealth
Bomber of Racism primed for takeoff!

Running On At the Club(s)

I’m for it as you know, hardly
your kid or mine killed at any rate
it’s just costing too fuckin much!

15,16,17 etc

yr old girls
can have script
along their bottoms

moving in hallmark
ways, 20-40 some-

things better
forget it. Men?

Only the hardest
up gray swish’d
get enthralled.

The Day We Became Language Everybody Scoffed

But we know
now.

Republicans New & Old


How about the war?

Lose-lose.

But there’s gotta be something...?

We’ve done it.

to lessen the political costs?

We’re looking at total minority status for at least ten years.
It’ll take that long for the country to wash the bad taste out.

Too pessimistic! Why there are some moves we can make even now that...

At a point, all moves are bad. We’re past that point.

The economy could alleviate...

Rule by banks fucks everybody. We fucked ourselves! And the spawn
is in the White House.

That sounds like treason!

Make the best of it. It’s all that remains.

Elemental Iraq

Anyone beset
with diarrhea

knows what
surge means

Rocco and Penn's Lone Republican

Well if it isn't the only Republican from the University of Pennsylvania!

Slight exaggeration--but I'm only here for ice cream for my mother, Rocco!
Let's straighten out the world another time.

You've always been a good boy. Growing up I remember all the old ladies
saying it. Now you're a good boy for the Bush Administration. Carrying water.
Or is that piss?

I've had minor administration consultancies, yes.

How 'bout Iraq. You help beat that dead horse?

No. Just economic issues.

Like that's not one! Anyway, what’s it like to work for a dope? Upholding the policy
of those who rape the country?

Intellectualism is highly overrated in a president. I'll skip the rest as vastly oversimple.

Well, one good thing. Rocco's One-Percent Solution!

Gotta go!

You hafta listen to me. I'm bigger.

Make your point if there is one in there. Mamas butter pecan'll melt.

The Republican crooks they're putting in jail now--and I applaud!--
represents about one percent of the total crop of GOP thieves. Grand Old Purloiners!

No one should steal.

Tell that to your Republican buddies.

You keep saying Republican. I'm really a Conservative! And a Libertarian!
We visit the Republican Party!

Yeah? Well you’ve gone native!

Lone Patriot of Central Idaho Apologizes

I have used a program for the past year which recognizes the last name of various celebrities
and automatically supplies the first from a scanning of the context.

It goofed. My attempt to identify the “USA-Israel-Neocon Cabal Intent On Exploding All Arabs”
was spot-on with Wolfowitz, Kristol, Abrams, and Feith–-but not MINNIE Pearle!

Spelled Pearl, of course, she was the wonderfully funny Grand Ole Opry performer
who often had price tags hanging from her.

You can't own the past

Each visit
in tatters
you rent.

1 Iraq Shot

Among careening
chickens, soldiers.

There’s a place of
glory for you. And
chickenshit.

1 Iraq Shot

Among careening
chickens, soldiers.

There’s a place of
glory for you. And
chickenshit.

The Battle of Waterloo was won
on the playing fields of Eton.
--Wellington



Civilization

On the playing fields of Eton
I assumed my fair turn in New

Haven, bells of Harkness
like a vise.

Through mine fields since
missing the notices

haphazardly posted a-
mong the swells

of cricketers and footballers, in
rising dust of dusk, cool-edged.

“There's a good chap!” when
you miss your middle-class leg.

The American Revolution

You take bribes
in office &
get voted out

for the lying war.
Now a lobbyist
opening the purse.

The American Revolution

You take bribes
in office &
get voted out

for the worse war.
Now a lobbyist
opening the purse.

Man to wear nametag all year in effort to meet neighbors*

What kindamerican is that?
Object is not to meet them!

*Yahoo News

To British Reporters

I say, chaps, it’s well & good,
& fair game, even, you hung

our fellow up with blunt &
provocative questions, but

there IS decorum! Study
our correspondents.
Their purple tongues.

Katrina was the perfect butt-fucking

by Compassionate Conservatism,
maintains one on the ground there.

Odd how many of its authors prefer
tea-bagging.

oooops! last post contained old addresss.

Frank B. Ford
Greene Street Artists' Building, #1
5225 Greene Street
Philadelphia, PA 19144-2927
telephone (215) 848-7385


The Place of Art in Our Time

As "Woopie-doopy-wah-WAH!" sweeps back from the audience,
his comeback is out of trouble. In fact, their hitting that last WAH! proves that the final battle has been won.

But at what cost! The divorces, the detoxes...the humiliations at the hands of young women--and, lately, young men--so so much more. Part and parcel of being an artist in these times.

Too, in the last five years the hasbeen they didn't even recognize in the 7-11: swallowing that daily ignominy while hearing about "stars" in the chatter round the magazine rack. Stars of Schmaltz he remembers hissing to his Luria that very night she o'd in their filthy apartment.

But not he to linger over hurt, however massive and deep,
as he sings out abnormally loud: woopie-doopy-wah-WAH WAH WAH WAH WAH! to top the audience, most of whom cry as orange lasers cut their collective face into slices.

And now these long suffering and faithful fans wildly cheer the orchestra's crazy, scattered, discordant fragments which fizzle, only to strike up blatantly again: like Watch! for we've all of us gone ape from all the art and love and pain.

For always it was that last, brilliant WAH! that had distinguished him from Mok-a-Rauncha, The Kentucky Carload with Whistlebank, and from Tilly and the Splits. And the Blowjobs-- let's not forget them. They came and they went. All of them.
And WHO is it at Carnege Hall? Never he, though, for cutting recriminations. If any of them are in the audience, he'll invite them onstange.

Fake punching them; then hug, and, finally. sing with them, dueling with the wahs. Playing, too, with the timing to suck in the crowd even more.

He knows in tearful, and sincere, insight as they stand to roar his name, their swaying bodies in the so-very-slowly-panning spotlights. Knows that love has finally saved him, saved his talent and his pure art from his darker self, and from this tasteless nation.

Improvisers,Jazz & Other

wallow self-
referentially,
piling on

puns & obliques
& nobody's

that fuckin
interesting.

American Actors!

Go to Iraq.
But not yet,

since an IED could truly sep-
arate you from your talent
on the road. At any rate, surfer

dude lookers will be required
to play villains in

triumphant Arab films. Click
sneeringoccupationprick.com

‘swhen

she sez fuck me it
makes no difference I’ve
become a tramp anyway

& both of you grind away
on powders spilt from drugs
you must feel even lower &

in this state know the savior
will come but not another man
that didn’t take

In Sex and Politics

when incendiaries marry,
better link with others
to try flaming out.

Then they’ll sit, little
sly baskets in their
medicare years.

America the Syndrome

You, in dreaming, twitch.
Partner, Carl or Carla says
that’s enough! Restless

Leg Syndrome like on TV,
and you eventually visit

doctor for pills. Fortunate-
ly, you live in a modern house
which has a medicine room,

so things are just not stuffed
helter-skelter. Our evolving
medical complex-

ity demands such order, of course.
Religious people, which you and
Carl/Carla are decidedly NOT, pray

to be spared
new syndromes.

Iraq

When knotty
goes nutty
the tough jerk off.

The treacherous deplore
chaos. The dead remain

orderly,their
sacrifice for

nothing.
Nothing.

Senators 1,2

Fercrisakes! Bipartisanship means if we need your votes we’ll talk to you. Pretending to respect
those asinine high-sounding views favoring your cronies which have practically ruined the country.

Fuck you!

That’s a start. We’re talking already.

Political Science

Back from vacation
and can’t say I’ve missed
my daily call from India.

I’m told there’s a script
if I should ask then
you’re Jill who loves

her Chevy Cobalt and
collects old Beatles
LPs. When you stepped

over a corpse, getting
to work today. Hey

Capitalism is giving
you a chance! Which
is a paradox since it

fucks everybody
everywhere.

The Bottom Line

-Who's out there in offices?

-Just Jerry, a vice president.

-Then you'll hafta do it!

-Uh uh. You hammered that I must make that meeting and
give your five points, or how many!

-Yeah, I remember.

-Besides, speaking frankly--which I have for twelve brutal years:
cash to your mistress? That's personal business.

-Be company business if she sues. Our stock will plummet.
Survey shows more than half of our shareholders go to church.

-Well...a locked attache case. He just delivers. Maybe he'll buy that.

-What's he VP of?

-Publications.

-Tell him that'll be first thing gets the ax.

-He still might not do it.

-Special favor to me?

-I don't know, he...?

-He'll do it.

-You sure? How can...?

-I know such things.

Hawks Bolster...President*

Their children certify
family script of bub-

ble patriotism, & sly
noblesse midst ter-
races front-

ing country clubs to
kids of untouchables

serving gin & tonics here,
blood inside The Raj.

*Washington Post

Tale of the Tub

Grandma, who loved her tea
and Jeopardy, spins on New
Orleans floods, her face

a mud turtle, though
they’re trying to control
the huge plastic tub.

Republican administration
tells her to jack herself up
and, if possible, stop
being black.

While we’re at it, get
those other grandmas down
to the border and push them
back over the fence. But

don’t let panties show.
That helps no one.