Saturday, October 31, 2009


TB Stole Chopin at 39

Maybe there's a bank
of years and you’re due
the ones he didn't use.

For what? Genius? That
bent frame? Strange con-

cern. Raging at art & not
judging yourself. Do that

without jail time,
you be just fine.

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Friday, October 30, 2009


Righties Relish

their comedic gifts. Radio
skit: pregnant woman

phones "Obamacare."
To those sharing randy
tantrums, funny.

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Thursday, October 29, 2009

Comedy on Wall Street

-Some columnist wants you to go on TV and explain what you do, and why you’re paid so much.

-John Q interested huh? Whether he knows it or not.

-What would you say, Chief? With all due respect.

-See this right arm? I’d demonstrate how I apply Vaseline to get it even further up his ass!

-I thank God every night that I work here. Nobody knows how funny you are!

-Not trying to be.


Wednesday, October 28, 2009



To a Conservative, vast,
innumerable categories.

To a Liberal, not so
across the board.

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Tuesday, October 27, 2009


A Columnist Writes, Before &
After Sensitivity Training


“Thailand, and women engage in a tea
ceremony, or some other useless waste of time
women, and homosexuals, seem enamored of.”


“Thailand, and women engage in a tea
ceremony, or some other useless waste of time
women, and homosexuals, seem enamored of.”


Monday, October 26, 2009

Noblesse Oblige, True, Truer, Truest

It's easy not
to wait in pain,

Pronouncing THEY can
always go to the Emergency Room.

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Sunday, October 25, 2009


Buck Buck! How Many Fingers Up?

One leans against a wall,
as far away from it
as he can.

Another leans against him in
the same pose, gripping him
around the waist and presently,
another one or two or more. Then

a player takes off running,
leaps upon that chain with
as much might as possible,

(Big one gets the whole chain
groaning) followed by members of

his team piling on. Whereupon,
buck question gets asked.

And if the one against
the wall answers correctly,
his team becomes runners

and the failed leapers must
assume the interlocked mules’

positions. That’s the kids’ game
and variations abound.

Metaphoric comparisons too,
many, of course, in politics.


Saturday, October 24, 2009


Two Classic Films

Third Man still shades Citizen Kane in
my judgment, with its vile characters

rushing huge against floodlit ruins.
Gritty postwar utter exhaustion.

The wickedness, and crushed innocence,
Italicwork-a-day military straining under
depravity and political burlesque.

But the American film more specifically prophetic.*

*...decent, hard-working people in this community...
robbed blind by a pack of money-mad pirates...

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Friday, October 23, 2009


Old & New Lines Enliven Fashion Show

REPUBLICAN: We don’t need any more laws on the books.
Just enforce the one we have, cowards!

DEMOCRAT: We need more laws since your rich scum-
buddies have amoral, silk-stocking lawyers successfully intriguing to evade the old ones.

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Thursday, October 22, 2009


Between steaming right
wing turds compris-
ing late night AM,

prostate commercials
targeting so-weary trips

to the can as clock radios
stress their red digits.

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Wednesday, October 21, 2009


Golden Bridge Over Turbid Waters

When big politicians vicious-
ly criticized, I often give half
a pass, thinking

of those countless
hours in tiny districts' fog-
bound meetings. Of course,

nonpareils among them skipped
such minutiae, giving speeches
full of blinding logic instead.

Their grunts and pencil pushers
bask in the greater magnificence

of plumb genius, the golden bridges
over turbid waters. They sigh at length.

Party leaders refer to their
Intellectual Royalty
as knuckleheads.


Tuesday, October 20, 2009


The power of holding two contradictory beliefs
in one's mind simultaneously,
and accepting both of them....

To tell deliberate lies while genuinely believing in them,
to forget any fact that has become inconvenient, and then,
when it becomes necessary again, to draw it back from oblivion

for just so long as it is needed, to deny
the existence of objective reality
and all the while to take account of the reality

which one denies.

The lie always one leap ahead of the truth.

*Orwell rearranged

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Monday, October 19, 2009

Under This Administration

As in far-flung every-
where, we must be

alert to Mission Creep
in Afghanistan. Un-

der Republicans, tab
it Missionary Creep.

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Under This Administration

As in far-flung every-
where, we must be

alert to Mission Creep
in Afghanistan. Un-

der Republicans, tab
it Missionary Creep.

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Sunday, October 18, 2009

Women Who Can't Shit

then, alternatively, can,
are promised relief
by Activia Yogurt.

Over-promised, Gov
says, though organisms

could help intestinally. Well,
the usual crap shoot: try-
ing anything for health.

No spokesperson arises
from the women claiming

It's ok, we're used to
shitty assurances.


Saturday, October 17, 2009


Village Romance

When S upset his
routine of countless
years for love, result

proved catastrophic.
In a death grip of the lady

hanging from her blond hair
high up in a monster oak.

Coast Guard Lt Lila Grady
said a rogue wave never
traveled that far inland.


Friday, October 16, 2009


“Necessary Furniture of Empire”*

At the Garage Sale
Americans picked up
most of the Viceroy

chairs. Though the French
had included Devil's Island
potpourri, most shunned.

Guantanamo being
fully appointed.

*Lord Curzon

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Thursday, October 15, 2009

I say, Old Chap, nice water chaser for that whiskey?

At Brit Conservative Meeting,
speaker denounces torture
“against friend and foe.”


Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Wall Street Journal to pass USA Today as top U.S. paper*

Reportage top-notch
for the most part:
accuracy, hallmark.

Editorial, wet dreams
of Neanderthals.

*Yahoo News

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Tuesday, October 13, 2009


Best of Times, Worst of Times

In Copenhagen, Frogs
& their limpwristed ilk
on Olympic Committee

nonetheless tell Obama Don’t
let the door hit you in the ass!

& then he’s given Nobel
by worse! So Eurofaggots

are slippery trash!
& that settles that!

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Monday, October 12, 2009


Foxer Laughs Out Loud

on hearing of Obama’s Nobel.
Out-whores laugh a lot.

Keeps down wormwood gorge.

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Sunday, October 11, 2009


Woodrow Wilson Fellowship

Why did I go in front of board
smoking a cigar? Oh well, intend-

ing to shock professor-
decorum. & succeeded. Was

1/2 pose, 1/2 content then.
So, has proportion changed

from this undistinguished par?
I don't know. Learned more,

& more schlock. Let's impanel
new judges to offend.


Saturday, October 10, 2009


Worst Moments

I gushed over this or
that one. Choking
my own being. Quite

few, long past, but
still cringe.


Friday, October 09, 2009



A president never gets credit
for making things less bad.*

Eureka! So that, and racial
hatred, explains right

wing radio.

*CSPAN guest

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Thursday, October 08, 2009

Rocco and the Twins

Well the Pesticcie Twins! How do you react to the latest?
South Philly kid killed in Afghanistan. Ranger.

Dead for a pile of rocks!

Perhaps slightly more complex than that, though I understand where you’re coming from. At any rate, how do you keep silent for this long, Pesticcie 2?

Die for the system and the system dies.

I though it was just the opposite: way to keep the system going
is to die for it. All the patriots, all their last words and all?
Noble deeds all OVER the fuckin place.

Corruption devours the young.

Throw some loudmouth old men into the battles.
Then they’d end.

I guess the GOP is making a mistake trolling for your votes?

War pigs!

War pigs!

Come by more often. You two make me sound like a conservative.

Rocco discovers he’s a moderate.

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Wednesday, October 07, 2009


The Celebrity Keeps Apologizing

Fashioning a cliché.
Sex churns actual
guts in the little shop.

Fee-Maniacs grease
Pound of Flesh

Machines. Even the kid fetch-
ing coffee gets something

lopped off
in the rut
of Justice.

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Tuesday, October 06, 2009


The Future of History

Having fucked up yet another
Colonial War (thus, in
the anachronism, losing China

to infinity) we embrace a new tsunami
of refugees, frequently homicidal

righties, aka Freedom Fighters. They
freshen the mob already here, opening

restaurants. Adding to the culinary
if not the cultural life.

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Monday, October 05, 2009

If The South Had Won

Lincoln in show-trial con-
victed of High Treason.

Not shot: Martyrdom'd slow
Reconstruction in North. So,
left to rot. Speed the sepia

reel ahead to our colored frame.
“Debate” in Congress

about allowing chosen
slaves to use computers.

Listen to the voices! Expecting
Southern ones, but most vocal

possess Northeastern accents,
calling for safeguards.

Where are Abolitionists?
Executed in patriotic haste,
families perpetually disgraced.

Conservative happiness reigns
in the land! Grace.
All know place.

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Sunday, October 04, 2009


Biggest Yak

growing up: old people with
their groaning fixations on
digestion--farts and shit
or lacks thereof

and gas gas gas. Haunting
the lax-antacid aisle, fiery
brick in their chest or up
their ancient ass. Pitiful.


Hilarious! And you know what?


Saturday, October 03, 2009


My Hat

Bucket thing, keeping brutal
Florida sun off my literal
red neck. Wag busdriver

cracks “What dumpster
you dig that outa?” But

guy in Winn-Dixie blurts
“What a great hat!” It’s
bleached and near-

ly shapeless. Doesn’t
resemble Mastroianni’s
wingy-dark lid in 8 ½,

a film seeking to raise
Director’s Block

to more culturally
revered Writer’s.

I hear Ed G Robinson
yelling “Block, my ass!

What the fuck they paying
your precious ass for?”

Art compels vulgarity.

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Friday, October 02, 2009


Christian Fury

in Washington,

the annual bash
to hammer fear

since God is highly pissed.
And no Socialist!

Loaves and fishes draw burps
at posher venues, and service

folk receive prayer for tips.
Purgatorial chits, however, ran-
som no slurpies. By contrast,

whores get paid in randy cash,
though roared at after.

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Thursday, October 01, 2009


Two GOP Wags

-Pulling Grandma’s plug is a whopper!

-Well, we don’t have a monopoly on lying.

-No, but we’re edging close.

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