Friday, July 31, 2009

Future Hearing

-I didn't listen to you Republicans when you said some bureaucrat
would make the end of life decision for me!

-Well, you shoulda. But there's a caveat: decision outsourced
to my new company, Bye-Bye Inc. Thus private sector, Baby!

-I remember now. You left the Senate in The Big Quit!

-Bingo! Lot of us did. Once Republicans lost the spicks and blacks
and women too, none of us could ever get elected again.
But I held on, and wouldn't leave without a deal by the Dems.
Thus, Bye-Bye Inc.

-And here we are.

-Yeah well, let's cut to the choice. I looked over your shit and
you haven’t got a fuckin chance. Reaper for you! Next!

-Whoa! How about appeal?

-10 thou in cash. Uncle Sam pays me 5 for this dumb hearing,
but you gotta come cocoa personally for any appeal.

-I got the ten here! Take it!

-Thank you! Appeal denied! Next!


Thursday, July 30, 2009

Ugly, Rich,

he marries a Babe.
Things swim a time.

Then, both shop about.
She, no fool, hogties
him legally. So...he gets

her offed. Reached out
of town, sobs buckets
at awful “news.” Cops

nab morons he had
entrusted rapidly. They

sing like the chorus at
The Metropolitan. Outside

his trial, Babes United For
Death–-or her sisters--
jam TV’s 6 O’Clock Report

with HD makeup and hair.
Prosecution slides couple
on the stand. Nothing

to do with law; everything with
blondest beauty, grieved. They
cry, of course. Defense: no ques-

tions, knowing jury despises
their frogish client further if
dams really burst. Two kinds

of murder trials: wry,
laconic lynching, &

circus. Guess.

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Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Once You Know

decreed talking points,
you can judge true art

of the political
hack, how he folds

them into his stew of lies to
the joy of bigtime honchos.


Tuesday, July 28, 2009

The Split

Thinking of splitting &
becoming a Republican-
Democrat, or Democrat-

Republican. Then ½ of me, in
any event, ‘ll be convinced
the other truly stupid.

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Monday, July 27, 2009

Book flogging TV

often foists switchers.
Usually Left pricks
turned Right pricks.

Communist to Fascist? Hoi
polloi to suffocating clubster?
Abortion to AK 47? All depends

on degree, & who’s bought & sold,
but personal constant holds.

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Sunday, July 26, 2009

Doctor w/ his tiny light and lens

peers where we can’t
and says Hmmm.

Or Jesus! De-


Saturday, July 25, 2009

Barcelona Bars

put out innumerable snacks.
Fixed by toothpicks, & check final-

ly driven by these left
on plate. Be interesting
to bring idea to St Peter. But

avoiding lumber necessi-
tates a color-coding scheme.

& he’ll say, “What am I? An
accountant? Join that line there!”

Uh uh! Look at the faces, mud
turtles. They’re due for the down
escalator. Beat!

“Quaint images from simple earth.”

I want fairness! Not caprice.

“Oh you do? Still don’t get it, do you

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Friday, July 24, 2009

Now, Last Line

A dear lit-
tle antelope trope,

opaque fog, or
cheap trick?

How cheap?

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Thursday, July 23, 2009


Inclined To Improvise

Media Matters slams trombones
for wilful distortion. More so,
lazy & incompetent, how

they often don’t check
& just forget. Or following

their fake-book, possibly,
GOP lead sheet. Once,

If it bleeds it leads. Now snatch
it from the oven ½ baked! Risk

salmonella to body,


Wednesday, July 22, 2009


No games, implore vari-
ous personals. Referenced

elsewhere too, for we
all play them, many
exclusively. Flogged

in Washington now.
What’s truth there? Need

you a$k? Hogs
at troughs.


Tuesday, July 21, 2009


-It’s like the Nazis and the Jews!

-Well, that’s a stretch. I just know that I have to deliver one body
from these condos, and I’ve been holding them off from you
for months.

-Where to? Some re-education camp?

-I don’t know. I can’t see how you can relearn what you’ve got:
a big nose!

-I could get surgery!

-Too late now.

-But it’s so absurd and arbitrary!

-Yeah, sometimes it is.

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Monday, July 20, 2009

At GOP Club

-We got in a box on that Hispanic nominee. Lean over backwards for the immigrant bashers while grabbing the departing Spicks.

-And we didn’t need another of our sex scandals to erupt!

-Never be caught with a dead girl or a live boy.

-Mixing our subjects, that new waiter is cute.

-He’s Juan. I didn’t know you were Juan too–quoting an old, sick pun.


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Sunday, July 19, 2009


Stiff-Necked Heretic

in that damning old
riff. Don’t know
heretic. Perhaps bit

intense, but can feel
my neck stiffening
against many things.


Saturday, July 18, 2009



Hispanic TV chick
tries a military shirt
with buttoned pockets.

It bunches up & she's
uncomfortable. Others
vanilla much of the time.

Way of transgressor is tough.
In fashion, nearly unbearable.


Friday, July 17, 2009


Watching one of the collective screams
posing as panels on CNBC. Loudest emitting
from those unrepentant shills for Capitalism,

many of the very same who were lied
to into their quite valuable dental art

by magnificent Captains of Finance--
some serving jail terms presently

as token symbolism for the massive
number of crooks not caught. Not caught?
Rewarded! If completely vile enough.


Thursday, July 16, 2009

Shortest Political History

I’m from Northeast
where Democrats ruled
cities and Republicans existed

on intellectual islands. Then they
jettisoned the adjective to begin
their future.


Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Southern Senators & The Gods

Lecture us again on Race.

Such sarcastic comments prove you’re mired in the Old South.
It’s The New South now!

Sure it is!


Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Two Health Insurance Executives

-We’re for fair and open competition!

-Well, that’s what your spokesman says.

-And he’s pretty fuckin young.

-Words and deeds, huh?

-Amen! Let’s stick to the deeds.

-Are you a physician? I never asked.

-We’re both physicians who, from wresting with bureaucracy,
have lost the knack of looking up an asshole.

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Monday, July 13, 2009

Sartorial Solution

Suggestion offered via net
that politicians should dress
like NASCAR drivers, so we’d
read corporate sponsors off

patches. Key, though, frump-
ier legislative specimens must
avoid the stuffed-turkey look,

having personal tailors fit these
jumpsuits properly to their un-

Hollywood frames. With one
for work. (Will last forever )

And a brilliant formal number.
(100 Haitians wreak surround-
ing embroidery.) Others

for occasions. John Q springs
for all the suits, thus honored

by a dedicated patch also.
Worn on each lawgiver’s heart.

Sunday, July 12, 2009


Universal Question–small bore

Peering at shelves behind
the chattering cashiers, I
walk into revolving DVD rack.

Hewing gossip, they don’t titter.
How many goofy embarrassments

enroute, & lost chips,
before going all in?


Saturday, July 11, 2009


Name the Anorexic

For baseball caps
don’t detract

from absorbed


Friday, July 10, 2009

Sayonara, Madoff

I’ll seeyuh
in 150 years.
One of the biggest

money frauds. Rot-
ten company! Even
today, where like asses

‘ll never kiss
a jail cell cot.


Thursday, July 09, 2009

Land o’ Free? Yes & No.

Jan Hus burned at the stake July 6, 1415. Hot
Heresy. But that was in another country, &,

besides, all the vile churchmen are longggg
dead, aren’t they? Uh uh. Probably

some descendants in our South. & forget
not those roiling-Republican Tea Parties
’d joyfully light the first match.

So, watch yourself
&, especially,

your mouth.

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Wednesday, July 08, 2009

So, Many in SC Actually Think

Gov Sanford crazy. Of course!
The way middle-aged men get

in lust more
than love. Excluding women

from such humiliation? Nope.
True Democracy of Dupes.


Tuesday, July 07, 2009

Among Newer Stupidities

Phone "Conversation"

For example, if you have a question about your account, say
I have a question about my account.

“I have a question about my account.”

We do not recognize that response.


Monday, July 06, 2009


Ah 50s Melodrama

Vise-like clothes in wild
morality play. Not.

Rectum valve closed
in daily commerce,
lest oxygen infiltrate.

Republicans enforce
Indiana behavior: rube

touchstone Others die
choking for life. Rule:

Wear a skinny tie getting
a haircut. Well,

anyway, post atrocious
war you get tightest fear,

pleasuring, thus, your betters
in the Fair Land of the Free.


Sunday, July 05, 2009


Vote nudging in Iran
via food and cash.

Uh huh. Walked from
Media PA to Springfield
Mall once. Natural bathroom

break at Wallingford Art Center,
so nipped in. Nice local show, too,
thus perused. One gallery reserved

for Judge's campaign.
Tables heavy laden.

Worker told me to make a drink
and scarf some snacks. I told him
I was there for nature. And art.

"Look around! Do you see
many others? Mix! Please!

Doing us a favor." Assembled
atomic gin and tonic. Eventually

sledding down the hill outside
like a Flexible Flyer.


Saturday, July 04, 2009

Remembering on 4 July

Hockey game at New Haven Arena &
old man won’t rise

for National Anthem. Those in back
for dragging him up.

Verbal patriots. No one asks why, or
whether he has medical reason.

Moment passes,
but fury sustains.


Friday, July 03, 2009

Madoff Victims Want Government Restitution

Such a slippery pitch! Make whole,
while at it, all those screwed over
by American Capitalism? Globe
lacks the requisite dough!


Thursday, July 02, 2009

One’s Average Life

is the true reality show.
Hastened to anesthesize
the grating boredom.

TV’s version nothing
new: Romance, Escape.

Like drugstore novels from
defunct and literate ages.


Wednesday, July 01, 2009


True Genius Leaps

over synapses.
Easier when young–

fewer connections
tripping you up.


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