Tuesday, August 31, 2010


Dem’s “Nutball Strategy”

fizzles re Cardinal Beck’s
God as #1 Righty Booster
Rally. Haters behave.

Hard to get invited
to Lifer’s Picnic
at Graterford Prison.

A great honor. These men
murdered, some so viciously

you can’t possibly fathom it, just
get a feel for the mad chaos.

At the picnic their manners
prove completely beautiful.

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Monday, August 30, 2010

Power Brokers

-So it boils down to two?

-In our minds, yes, but the convincing of others must follow.

-Money sways powerfully.

-Doesn't it? Anyway, let’s decide A or B.

-No names?

-In case some wandering secretary with a boyfriend
in the Fourth Estate has rabbit ears.

-OK, case for A then?

-Speaks beautifully, in blinding generalities.
Patriot to his jockstrap! Fiercely independent!

-Meaning he'll do what he's told?


-Rebel for our cause!

-B is more ideological.

-But it's our ideology.

-Well, that scares the decent majority, so he
has to soften up if we choose him.

-That's not hard. He's a politician.

-Plus he shares the same marvelous central quality with A!

-Doing what he's told! Well, then, the other factors
for both?


-Got a coin?


Sunday, August 29, 2010


Sorry, but in most court cases I’ve seen

live and on TV I’d
never vote to convict.

State weaves dreamworld of, not just
circumstance. More, innuendo show-

ing wretch in dock one badass dude.
I know he is, but that ain’t proof

in the particular case, it’s crap!
Oh well, he probably did it, and

some of his other dreadful acts
have gone un-revenged. Uh huh.

God speaking is it?

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Saturday, August 28, 2010


In Some Russian Novels

the leisure class teases
out love from tangles,

ponders nuance in vain
aesthetic exercise.

The peasants wolf their
way, wily, realize less
of a mess.

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Friday, August 27, 2010


Miners Trapped, Chile

For additional three months,
but claustrophobic a lay term
not theirs. Systems setting to

send down food, meds, take up
wastes, etc. Guess mostly lefties,
so that'll help. Best thing going,

not Americans with smatterings of
fractious my-wayers, or those

whose faith sustains
while destroying,

or Mamas boys
bleating "Me!"

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Thursday, August 26, 2010

Battered Nation Has Endured a Singular Viciousness

The Republican Primary. Winner intends to prevail the same bloody way over a despised Democrat.

Petitioners will line up should this comes to pass:

We are the rich and want more!


We are the poor and want anything!

-Get yourself off awaiting the Great Trickle-Down!

We are the workers. Stop your friends from shipping our jobs overseas!

-Next, you. Be Chinese now and shut up about it!

We are the middle class. Preserve our entitlements!

-We'll rip the Socialist tit from your sucking mouth.
Not really but live in perpetual fear. That's our keystone.

We are the Neocoms and Armaments Gombahs. Give us another colonial war! Iran overripe!

-Keep shoveling the cash this way and we'll check the entrails.


Wednesday, August 25, 2010


Best Tippers

Waiters, waitresses
and barkeeps out
after their shift. Now,

at The Thunderbolt.
Worst? Those birthing

sermonettes upon
each sticking: how

crummy gratuities actually
aid the economy and fit
a larger moral picture.

Leesy, favorite Thunderbolt server,
will get Air Jordans for her son.
They'll make him feel cool.


Tuesday, August 24, 2010


Buoyed by The Supreme Court

Billionaires can bug me endlessly
on my answering machine with their
brand of politics. I'm complaisant,
praying for all depraved above.

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Monday, August 23, 2010


"Patriotism is the last refuge of the scoundrel.”

Samuel Johnson embodies the 18th Century
love of directness, usually in a prose balancing
parallel structures of polished art. But he's no

prophet of our frame, so doesn’t get the under-
statement in this particular utterance.

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Sunday, August 22, 2010



Was easy
getting a Jew
or a Catholic,

but Protestants
often demurred

unless the purpose
suited the model

of producing boys--
later girls, even --

capable of advancing
Capitalism robustly.

And with such good noise,
never was heard the wet
assurance of asskissing.

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Saturday, August 21, 2010


Front Row at Mass

Suddenly Latin struck us
as hilarious beyond all else
and snuffle-giggles contaged.

After, retribution, both instant
and celestial, vowed by priests

and rampaging nuns. But God has
mercy up till now. Orthodoxies

can be antic: how the being
in the straitjacket beams

“You think me uncomfortable but
I'm ecstatic to be contained thus!”

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Friday, August 20, 2010


The Party

goes where the votes
are & slips 'em hate

they wish. Don’t
feel superior

to the clods GOP

We all hear
what we want.

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Thursday, August 19, 2010


Rich Man Buying

Senate seat. How
will he be recompensed
for ample portion spent?

Virtue is its own reward.
Now that should settle it.

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Wednesday, August 18, 2010


Plenty of Nice Nazi Picnics Around Auschwitz

where everybody had a perfect-
ly lovely time with the wind
favorable. Half of life consists
of getting the wind right.

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Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Americans Can See What’s Going On*

as always, determine
to join the mob,
or no.

Such a choice
not compulsory, so
Constitution remains

good for something.

*Right-wing media have responded to President Obama's comments that he "believe[s] that Muslims have the same right to practice their religion as everyone else in this country" by falsely claiming that opponents of the proposed Islamic community center in Lower Manhattan have not talked about restricting Muslims' religious freedom. In fact, opponents have advocated using government intervention to restrict construction of the center or have asserted that the planners don't have a right to build it at the proposed location. -Media Matters

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Monday, August 16, 2010



Fuel and "wit" for

talk radio. Over-
arching and

-reaching. Crashing
next. In rueful mean-

time, nothing stings
like taunts of fools.

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Sunday, August 15, 2010


The Academy Stamps You

talented! So, do as the other
boys and girls there and wait
out a dainty career. But let

you affect rebel in some
toying, inconsequential
aspect of technique then

critics pile on full
throated, and confreres

tut tut. Best to fess up to
goofy missteps, writhing
away from pincers.

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Saturday, August 14, 2010

Crass Dialog with Lovely Accent

-Well, I've perused the script. And I can't see for the life of me how an actor fits into it.

-You’ll be the Force Field!...it'd help to have read
Confla-great-O Comics.

-I'm not sure we have them in Britain.

-Confla-great-O is everywhere!

-Oh dear.

-Besides, the audience does see you as a person briefly.
Before you morph into Force Field.

-Well, I'm really not sure. Perhaps if...

-Hey! It's a fuckin payday! And they want a cultured voice, not
the usual corn-fed yokels hereabouts.

-Force Fields as British. Should I feel some pride in that?

-Cut the arch horseshit! You need the money.
Upside down on the house and car!

-And, soon, the career.

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Friday, August 13, 2010



Was Peter Ilyich
a sexy sonofabitch?
Cashing in his chips

to mask a fatally queer mess?
Or did he swig–-more likely--
polluted water? Oh well, booze

and nicotine and compulsive
wandering rip in. Plus what is
noted depression today. And,

oh yeah, he wrote music
that one critic quipped
held stink you can hear.

That latter more often closer
to roses--and applause. So, on

balance, a surpassing romantic
composer. As for all the rest,
who has a skin thick enough?

God rest him
all road ever
he offended.

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Thursday, August 12, 2010


Old Program Applied to Mega-Horrendous Problem

1 Air travel in the US is just awful! Brutal!

2 So an attendant deploys a slide at the airport and down,

3 brewski in each hand. Fleeing an intractable passenger and

4 Air travel in the US is just awful! Brutal!

5 More particulars, ask you?

6 OK. Air travel in the US is just awful. Brutal!

7 Even more? Pretend this is an old basic program and goto 1

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Wednesday, August 11, 2010


Case At Hand

-Country splitting into two psychological classes:
paranoids and those afraid of ‘em.

-Yeah. Republicans and Democrats.

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Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Presidential Candidate

-Do I hafta chime in on every fuckin thing? I mean some of these matters are local, really. Best handled by the local shitheads.

-Once matters get the ink, and the opposition lards on the toxic symbolism...?

-Then I’m to show I’m informed and...


-Especially when I don’t know what the fuck I’m talking about!

-But we do, and John Q senses it.

-Yeah? How do you know that?

-Focus groups.

-Then you’re divining it. I’ve witness such groups. Clots of inarticulate suet.


-Yeah, uh huh. Like, such black magic’ll get me the presidency!

-We’re sprinkling you with incense as we converse.

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Monday, August 09, 2010


Executive Direction In Time of Crisis

-Metaphor? Out the door! Leave the figures of speech
to the fairies!

Later, recipient of critique to wife

-Most shit-headed of bosses yet!

-I’ll write you a note attesting your literary manhood.
I grade on a curve.

-Be forewarned. I can seethe only for so long.
One day I’ll just quit.

-The question is: Will indignity continued be preferred
against bottomless unemployment?

-Yeah yeah yeah! We’re all eating shit now! For sure!

-Some growing to be connoisseurs.

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Sunday, August 08, 2010



As you age you dismiss
cagey riffs, everywhere

fatigued. Take music.
As classical stations pitch

frosted chestnuts, pop ones dish
new "arrangements" wrench-

ing banal to pompous. Forget
jazz, so ingrown, layered, solo-

ist proving the melody: him.
And nobody’s that interesting.

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Saturday, August 07, 2010


Romantic Boundaries

They meet and
become French

art films frequented
of afternoons: laughter
and passion equally.

He’s married but she
doesn’t request papers.

Wife and kids train in
for Family Day at zoo.

Lunch at Mise En Scene thus
scrubbed, Andre puts away

their Cabernet. Blanc. Perhaps
she’ll find an empty cage

to bleed a Piaf
chanson réaliste.

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Friday, August 06, 2010


The Discourse

Once these furious cretins
gain power we’ll nod, dis-
tracted and amused.

They’ll accept that for
agreement. Good thing
for the Reign of Terror

will exclude us as
purity enforced
on all

but the smallest
children, whose

sun-slashed games
of war we’ll observe
from attic windows.


Thursday, August 05, 2010


Courting the Candidate

-Hat in hand, hey?

-Just an expression, but...well, somewhat appropriate.

-What leads you to believe I'd change my mind?

-Last time you were a wild hair, driving everybody nuts.
Now, you’re older.

-Thus wiser? Doesn't always work that way.

-More measured. And speaking of measure, I have a check for
your campaign from National.

-Made out to my campaign? Which doesn’t exist?

-They're hoping. As I.


-Just reasonable sticking to these two talking points.

-Uh huh?

-and especially here! Simple.

-You heard I’d been nauseated? Wanted to induce puking?

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Wednesday, August 04, 2010

Certain Moralities

-At the auction of males for the fashionable charity of the month, girls bid to win a date!

-Will any screw that first time? Be that much of a whore?

-I don't restrict that term by gender. But, anyway, I’ve given up making moral judgments. Just cultivate my garden.

-Full of pansies!

-Pretty, isn't it?

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Tuesday, August 03, 2010



Wouldn’t know from coverage, but
Tea Party musters out-pulled
by Single Payer ones.

So media privileges
reactionary slime
against benign pinkos.

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Monday, August 02, 2010


The Public Person

flashes in a rank
aquarium, faces
pasted on the glass.

Sporadically desires
secrecy. The coral dies
without it.

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Sunday, August 01, 2010


He sits in the clearing apologizing to The Moon Goddess, her light made jagged by the clutter where materials from
The War Dance have been abandoned.

Nooka-nooka he pronounces. Then just moves his lips
knowing that the evil spirits still hear. The new dancer playing
First Chief had left out the end of the dance where he should stomp into the five recognized directions screaming

In a vision, the new Chief informs him, "Yeah, we got rid of the nooka-nooka shit. First of many."

The party noise swells from the cove beach and then stops.
"All passed out!" he explains to The Moon Goddess, but she has departed.

Soon, Qua'wie will sweep the clearing with a palm leaf.
As he has for sixty years, even during typhoons. But first they will put the dance artifacts back into the ritual hut, an exact prayer for each.

He invokes Pei-o the comedic Chief of The Second Period
singing Be cheerful and stupid. And wait.

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