Monday, December 17, 2007

 
NJ Abolishes Death Penalty

Hmmm. Hafta look
at sophistry uphold-
ing both sides.


(posts until 1/10 periodic or none)

Sunday, December 16, 2007

 

Leonardo Didn‘t Finish


Mona Lisa.
Under his arm yet

unrolled at
times to touch

a shading by the lip,
under the eye,
cheek.

Everything never
ends.

Saturday, December 15, 2007

 
Sides

At one public forum I
asked a corporation

president if bribes in-
cluded in the budget.

He sidestepped, wouldn't any-
one? Compatriots spun

the usual trite joker:
“We didn't know you
had it in you!” I don't.

Love shy me, but some-
times my fractious selves

thrust, their taunts
re lack of guts prompt-

ing half-convulsing
action. Exhilaration!

Then, ah then, perfusive
shame for abrogating peace.

Friday, December 14, 2007

 

The Sun Also Rose

predictably enough.
After deep night,

other literary &
biblical shit.

“Why don't y’just
be polite, Bucky?”

Thursday, December 13, 2007

 
Huck Finn’s Father

still rises amid pigs,
last night’s conversion
not having taken,despite

swollen prayers and hymns.
More scratching as he ex-

coriates the government,
though one positive frame

leads him to praise
Waterboarding.

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

 
ALL FEMALE VERSION OF WATERBOARDING,THE MUSICAL

Casting soon

Featuring 5 sopranos and a gurgler

Watch this space

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

 
Her Warning Heeded In This New Age


MEDIC 1
Look at those underpants!

MEDIC 2
Immaculate!

MEDIC 1
At least his mother will have that.

MEDIC 2
That he died clean, bike sliding
under the semi.

MEDIC 1
Not like some filthy Arab or something.

Monday, December 10, 2007

 
Pretty Short Conversation

-Let’s give Administration pass on this. They look worse than terrible, but it’s just a fuck-up.

-They fuck up all the time. Shall we give them a pass that’s always good?

-But in only a very few cases is it dangerous to the world, yes?

-In every one. Fools are never harmless.

Sunday, December 09, 2007

 
Lake of Woods

mirrors more
acutely than
the muted.

Saturday, December 08, 2007

 
Need Particular

DIRECTOR
I don’t care if it’s Douche or Cadillac, send me more bug-eyed broads.

AGENT
They must have medical condition or something.

DIRECTOR
As long as they keep on climaxing during the climax.

AGENT
Pretty soon, everybody’ll have huge screen. Then...?

DIRECTOR
Then we’ll Photoshop ‘em size of baseballs!

Friday, December 07, 2007

 

Network Political Commentator In Time of Fear


Party A makes several nothing points.

Party B makes several nothing points.

I blend an equal number of each whilst employing profoundest resonance.

Thus producing a discrete, basso-profundo, echoing, mess of nothing.

Thursday, December 06, 2007

 
After the Wrecking Crew


-They’ve shredded the Constitution!

-Maybe so. But I like that one where they squeezed in drunken broads, hiding it as top-secret shit.

-Topless, more like! Most flagrant of all!

-Well...when we’re changing things around, we’ll get a lot of good publicity. “Defenders of Freedom” and all that good crap. John Q might just let that
particular sweet one slide.


Wednesday, December 05, 2007

 
The Captain


-I got her Baby Doll Nightie. Cuteness squared, and unstoppable turnon. Yeah!

-What does Missus think?

-We don’t go into detail about each other’s private lives.

-Marriage of Convenience?

-Most of the time. Hey! She’s my partner! Have President in for booze and cookies and she can really lay on the shit!

-Belay that as it may, Baby Doll’s Victoria’s Secret stuff from sweatshops.

-Clever language! Why you’re mid-level forever. Anyway, like, I give a flying fuck about their sweatshops? Just pretty, scanty panty-pyjamas...and advertising.

-And what’s she advertising?

-I’m still finding out.

-You sound fortunate.

-It’s not without complication. You plow ahead.

-Indeed! Fearless Captain of Industry!

-Something like that.



Monday, December 03, 2007

 
Double Tex

The name comes from his raw aspects, but he is oddly
meticulous at times, sipping his tea and daubing his lips
with great care.

“You drink like a lady,” I told him.

“Came from one.”

That gives you his cryptic flavor, but it’s his daily exit line
cracks me up.

He handles all the waterboarding (with a mysterious hooded
giant materializing at the appointed time) and always
departs the cafeteria by saying “Well, time to wet a spick’s whistle.”

Sunday, December 02, 2007

 
Personality

If there
there,we
attend new

riffs. To
an extent.

Saturday, December 01, 2007

 
Talking It Over


-Dad, it’s time. We’ve decided to get you into Shimmer-Leaf.

-Fuck no! The country club set leaves McMansions! They go to fuckin dinner dressed up in these ancient-tweed sport jackets, baby-shit-yellow slacks, and cocktail dresses. Bunch of retired dentists! Make you puke.

-Be reasonable.

-I like it here.

-You pissed your pants last week!

-A fuckin spy! Everywhere you go under these Republicans!

-Has nothing to do with politics. We can’t have you...

-YOU can’t? Hey my friends said, “Get back and jump under the shower.
You smell like piss!” So we handled it. I have friends! No like stupid
Shimmer-Leaf, where I’ll be required to know my place. That’s it about Democracy, American style: Know your place!

-You don’t need all these political opinions.

-I’m terrifically corrosive farter, too. People fall over in the elevator.

-I’m sorry you won’t see things clearly. If we have to go to the lawyer, we will.

-He’ll stick it up your ass good! But not mine, little boy!

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