All Over the Place

Faiths

If a someone drools
advancing your beliefs,

enshrine true saint o-
blivious. Wet-

Chin counterers, though,
you mustn’t fail, ever, to omit
the glistening infirmity for

no radio-style corrosion
from your elevation
can totally suffice.

Faiths

If a someone drools
advancing your beliefs,

enshrine true saint o-
blivious. Other

Wet-Chin counterers, though,
you mustn’t fail, ever, to omit
the glistening infirmity for

no radio-style corrosion
from your elevation
can totally suffice.

"Height of Hypocrisy!"

Whoa, Thunderers!
Some high standard!

The Senator who home of brave
& land of frees it prettily then
votes the way he's paid.

The Religious, corrupting boys &
shrieking Bible ’bout that deport-

ment. These 2 come close, but scan
thyself, Alexander Pope enjoins.

You & I may set the bar even ‘gainst
such blatant competition.

"Height of Hypocrisy!"

Whoa, Thunderers!
Some high standard!

The Senator who home of brave
& land of frees it prettily then
votes the way he's paid.

The Religious, corrupting boys &
shrieking Bible ’bout that deport-

ment. These 2 come close, but scan
thyself, Alexander Pope enjoins.

You and I may set the bar even
‘gainst such blatant competition.

If the Sheriff Showboats

so what? He holds need-
ed press confab

to announce nabbing
the rapist, murderer,
or molester–-though

business gouge, never.
All the rest ’round edges,
like reporters pressing,

nation and its culture
of racial hate and hypocrisy.

They Call Me Broadway

Everywhere I go. Kids screaming at parades. Chants at award ceremonies
even when they give the useless junk to somebody else. Anyway, everywhere.
Yo Broadway! Hey Broadway!

Even at that Celebrity golf tournament last week, rich guys running it,
like, Broadway, can we get you a drink?

Funny thing, I’m West Coast guy. First time I see Broadway was the other day.
Whatta nothin!

They oughta call Broadway me!

Ratdance

@famed chicken-taco emporium,
& web has captured it. I think more
them than people, NYC. Prefer our

company, not. As one, say, who’d you
rather discuss Rat Existentialism with? Or
Celebrity Rat Radiance via Rodent Media?

European Accent Interviewed on CSPAN

From a “Think Tank.” Such
sludge voices used to be wretch-
ed Lefties pre McCarthy. At the pres-

ent, march they for Empire:
Rat a tat tat tat!

Young parents!
Huddle with your children as
you must for tornadoes.

Their blood being currency
for much exalted theory, like

Iraqi boys and girls, getting
blown apart for such

ignorance.

European Accent Interviewed on CSPAN

From a “Think Tank.” Such
sludge voices used to be wretch-
ed Lefties pre McCarthy. At the pres-

ent, march they for Empire:
Rat a tat tat tat!

Young parents!
Huddle with your children as
you must for tornadoes.

Their blood being currency
for much exalted theory, like

Iraqi boys and girls, getting
blown apart for such

ignorance.

Fourth Estate

-Patting a stripper on the ass not news
for him. Now painting her tits
with honey and then...?

-We are all of us honorable men!

-Park your high horse outside.
I got kids in private schools.

-We’ve become money
changers in the temple.

-Yeah, some fanatic chased us out but
we’re back with a particular vengeance.
For truth and horror and the Arcadian woof!

-Back? Nobody’s outside.
We ARE the temple!

-Shake any buck and some dirt flies off.
Grownups know this like their own shit.

-Goo goo gah gah I quit!

-Again? You’re not allowed. Much crying
wolf locks you in place and thus
you fit the tenor of the entire country:
Righties jerk off to knowing your place.

-Appropriate. My whole life is jerking off.

-You just need a girlfriend.

-So they prattle. So when you get one
it proves to be a fully human being.

-Bummer. Though once you learn to screw
your friends, your path it showeth gold!

-I will quit. You’ll make me. Corroding!

-Hey! What can I say? I’m Everyman!

Quicker

Nice buzz after the picnic. Though the substances
were frowned on, they’re not yet forbidden. And picnic was
a thing that Associate Alphonse found in a book.

“You eat outside!”

“Who'd wanna do that?”

“Never mind, again, all your fussy conformity,” he laughed when we finished
the cold chicken. “You hafta try new things even when they're old things.”

“Ancient, more like. Who ever heard of eating things cold? Disgusting!”

Conversation ended when an unmanned miniature rocket docked amid
the trees and called my name.

Seconds later I found myself in the war zone.

“I'm still half-drunk.”

“You're lucky.” That from the mission leader. “And all of you watch yourself.
The policy of bringing soldiers back to life doesn't operate in this sector.
Once dead, you're dead. Quite frankly, we'll soon be.”

“Modern life sucks!” I couldn't help spitting out.

“You can say what you wish because nothing you say makes any difference.
This is what freedom has always meant. Now, do you want the last word?
Is that important to you?”

“No.”

Ante Up For Arrogance

Abruptly found ourselves
short a day or dollar, &

showed our friends
the face they've not seen.

Witness the US Senate,
the dropped mug of
the now-minority leader.

But don't dwell on him
as if his sins transcend.

The trashheap of ego
awaits all of us. Weigh,
pray how you wish.

It's the destination at which
you strut, Cock o' the World.

Botch, Fox, and Scotch


-I don’t hafta say off the record to you. You’re from Fox,
our Pravda.

-I’ve worked elsewhere. We do the bidding of the boss.
But they let us dress the windows.

-We’re going down in flames, Boy! This fuckin Iraq! Fuckin little
one-horse war and the voters can’t wait to kill us again on it.
Egged on by the dopey media. Knee jerk Liberals!

-Not many agree with you.

-Come on! Average of two, three soldiers killed a day.
What’s that? Oh I know I can’t say this, but blacks zap
each other at a faster rate in fuckin sunken New Orleans–
hey I’m a poet!

-They’re our American kids, the soldiers I mean.

-Every firm takes some losses. They don’t cry about it.
They go on.

-Even I find that cold.

-Well, gotta have the guts to be cold. That’s where greatness
comes from.

-My editor’ll skin me if I don’t ask you if you’re running again.

-Shit no! Looks like The Democrat Party, they’re picking some earnest young professor.
Purity to slay the dragon. Couldn’t find his ass with both hands.

-You won’t reconsider?

-Can’t get the war stink off me! What I owe to Bush and Cheney. They should have nuked...

-Iraq back to Stone Age?

-Shit! They’re in that now!

-Well, you can point to some accomplishments.

-Yeah. I came in poor and leave rich. Bet your ass that means accomplishment!

-You’re a patriot. They can’t take that away.

-First sensible thing you said.

Cube

Money Never Lost a War.
Money Never Lost a War.
Money Never Lost a War.
Money Never Lost a War.
Money Never Lost a War.
Money Never Lost a War.

Underdog

Prep brutal shit-
ting your brains out

but colonoscopy picture
proves nearly rosy-fair, so

walking to breakfast I shout
Good work down there!

Judge

Never see woman with
arm cast I don’t say
drunk, fell down stairs.
Red hatchet face confirms.

Whereas she could’ve
been at bright on-
board fete with buddies,

slipped. Sober. No wonder Bible
rails against judging. I
read & nod & savor. But
cannot help myself.

Guardsman soon pulling 4th tour in Iraq

Ask the Vegas guys
& choose a coffin.

Prowar Rally

They worked
hard to level
the platform so

drool‘d flow out
from both sides of
the speakers’ mouths.

My Disney channel down here in Florida

shills for their films etc
(as did the one in Philly)
and, more or less un-
consciously, for the larger
Fascism.

Radio Hosts

On Iraq their Republicans have Kool-
aided, so they must gnash through more

Democratic shit. Proves, though, boon!
Fascists happiest humiliated.

Bipartisan Memo

If you speak forth
on this war we
really owe you.

Old Film

Doris has a door-wide dress
& David, kissy-huggy. Breakfast,
so time for “discussion.” His

resolve vs her wiles.
I stop there, but
vignette of asshole

behavior then & we're
signing as extras now.

Entrusted

We walked the representative home
from the banquet. He lived on
the top layer of a down-

up duplex, so only stairs when
the door opened. He climbed them

as an eel, after leaving clothes
in a neat pile. My friend clicked
the door, saying, "Not a word of this."

Judge

Never see woman with
arm cast I don’t say
drunk, fell down stairs.
Red hatchet face confirms.

Whereas she could’ve
been at bright on-
board fete with buddies,

slipped. Sober. No wonder Bible
rails against judging. I
read & nod & savor. But
cannot help myself.

Just When You Thought Cluster Couldn't Be More Fucked

Discussant on PBS, Jim Lerher’s show,
intimates that armed contractors, aka
mercenaries, could end up firing on each
other in Iraq. On our soldiers after? Well,
only if the bounty is generous enough.

Miraculous Outcomes

Itza Civil War in Iraq
& more & more & more!
Memo to Administration:

You lied us in
now lie us out.

We’ll accept that
gladly as nature
of political beasts.

There was a man in Washington
And he was wondrous wise,
He jumped into a bramble bush,
And scratched out both his eyes;

And when he saw his eyes were out,
With all his might and main
He jumped into another bush,
And scratched them in again.

Triple-T H

-What you're famous for!

-Shhhhh. What was the official name? I forget.

-Me too. It hadda have Operation in it, and Freedom.

-Yeah. The other words you can take from a hat.

-Well, we'll miss you!

-Forced back to private sector cuz I’m goin broke here!
Even with the graft, couldn't pump up enough bucks.

-You're kidding, right?

-Less than you know.

-Well you slid us to the war. Even got the Commie New York Times
on board.

-My hierarchy starts with Bush, then God, then Me. I do anything
the first two want! They say shit! I say what color?

-That's what makes a great American if you ask me.

-You're too kind. Well the new guy has to smooth the way to Iran.
But might as well keep our informal name for new campaign also, yes?

-Right on! And I do mean Right. Triple-T H forever!

-As I bow out among friends.

-Yup. Ten Thousand Tons of Horseshit!

-That's the campaign, not me!

-You're always funny!

Journalism 101

-I’d say don’t go there but it’s no use. So, the
senator and his sweetie?

-Hacked his home computer. Three hundred words just
describing her cunt.

-Didn’t realize his artistic bent.

-That’s just the half of it. Pet names for it, and
Shakespeare quoted too upon her titzy-witzys!

-Look! You must decide what kind of journalist to be.
Exploiting a decrepit silver fox who gets up five
times a night to piss will put you in the right.
Religious Right. Thus the main vein presently:
Christian Hypocrisy. That’s one!

Or, two, hearken back to raunchy yesteryear.
Just keep the tits above the fold as the enormous balcony
of Peaches LaVoom enrolls in Princeton’s Economics
of Stripping.

Or three, Journalism! Find out whence went billions
lifted in Iraq by professing patriots, Christians, and
other scumballs.

-I’ll take number one. It’s today!

-Who gives a fuck? I’m retiring anyway. Getting up
as many times as that wretch of a lecherous
senator--sounds like Gilbert and Sullivan!
Getting up at night that is.

-Whatever. I’m never getting old. No percentage.

Legal Advice

-Well you’re buying it while you’re seeing it.

-But it’s gone by the time I pay!

-Nature of smoke.

She didn’t find love

with an alien
all that fantastic.

He was gone
before dawn,

leaving a gal-
actic apple.

Cheerleading and Its Opposites

-I know you're testifying for him. In his own branch he's called a prick.

-Whatever. We have a few also.

-Never mind that. I don't ask you to change your opinion,
just soft pedal. Ever hear of condemning with faint praise?

-After twenty two years of writing many a fitness report for barely
adequate officers, I'm aware of the phenomenon.

-Let's be clear. I'm not ordering you or anything. I just want to
preserve our jobs!–-and not be second in line for equipment.
.....

Aide: Well, what's the old man tasking us towards?

-Winning the Army-Navy Game.

Lending Ears to Miracles

Flagellants stumble
from town to town
in the Black Plague,

scourging themselves
for harrowing sin. As

with most emotional re-
ligious movements, soon
everybody’s fucking.

Authorities see enough and
dispatch the soldiers to slice
them for their passions up. Oddly,

they could've dodged this dicey fate
had they listened to a talking horse!

Today, such an equine has to be
quite close at hand.