Tuesday, November 30, 2010
The Senator and His Critic
-Let me put it to you this way. If you're three-quarter
owner of a small company in a little town, and some
of the citizens have bought in, do you go around the
tables at the annual celebratory banquet and
insult your partners?
-So, you're corrupt.
-I swing with the system, not heroically but...
-The best Congress money can buy!
-That's glib. Money doesn't buy me but gets my ear.
-Uh huh. And then you do what the big boys whisper?
-Well that's often because they write the laws.
Ones I submit are things of beauty. Compiled by
legal geniuses, not ham-and-eggers.
-The aesthetics of treachery.
-Look, this is a burg of circling knives. To do the good I do--
and there is some...
-Accidental.
-I hafta keep one of em outa my back!
-You have many counterparts on the other side.
-But their platform is bananas. Not that anybody cares.
-Those are merely ideas. Money is not an idea. It has a palpable stink.
-Aroma is the word.
-Let me put it to you this way. If you're three-quarter
owner of a small company in a little town, and some
of the citizens have bought in, do you go around the
tables at the annual celebratory banquet and
insult your partners?
-So, you're corrupt.
-I swing with the system, not heroically but...
-The best Congress money can buy!
-That's glib. Money doesn't buy me but gets my ear.
-Uh huh. And then you do what the big boys whisper?
-Well that's often because they write the laws.
Ones I submit are things of beauty. Compiled by
legal geniuses, not ham-and-eggers.
-The aesthetics of treachery.
-Look, this is a burg of circling knives. To do the good I do--
and there is some...
-Accidental.
-I hafta keep one of em outa my back!
-You have many counterparts on the other side.
-But their platform is bananas. Not that anybody cares.
-Those are merely ideas. Money is not an idea. It has a palpable stink.
-Aroma is the word.
Labels: American System, bribery, Congress, senate
Monday, November 22, 2010
No posts till 11/30
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Wave
Via cell, reporting
you can see the wave.
Rescuers aim their craft
elsewhere. Thus your
final instant serves us,
mattering not at all
if you set marks
ever higher
or pissed your life
away before this.
Labels: tsunami
Friday, November 19, 2010
What the Butler Saw
was everything.
What he said was nothing.
The gentlemen and ladies of
the household dwelt far above
reproach. So he
enforced his snooty vision
to mere staff, threatening
dismissal sans reference.
Well, not enough has been done
to honor such Americans who see
and pretend.
O say don’t you say what you see
being the true anthem of greatness.
Labels: anthem, butler, vision
Thursday, November 18, 2010
The Long Unemployed
are pressed to become messiahs
for ordinary soap or the like.
Friends and relatives gain cupboards
groaning with the crap. Hey it's all
disguised charity. Better straightforward
thirties with rent parties where players
threw a buck or two in a hat
and proceeded to drink a bathtub
of gin and lose a spouse and gain
another's for the nonce. In screaming
over the roar, some excoriated Capitalism, but
the gin made the vile monster not worth spit.
are pressed to become messiahs
for ordinary soap or the like.
Friends and relatives gain cupboards
groaning with the crap. Hey it's all
disguised charity. Better straightforward
thirties with rent parties where players
threw a buck or two in a hat
and proceeded to drink a bathtub
of gin and lose a spouse and gain
another's for the nonce. In screaming
over the roar, some excoriated Capitalism, but
the gin made the vile monster not worth spit.
Labels: Capitalism, unemployment
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Etiquette
Banks are best at crap-
ping on their own rules,
an upshot finger the real brand.
Amusing the legislators
and referees they’ve bribed,
they smug through hearings while
protesters carried away,
fucked again in The Land of the Free,
and raving against the icy decorum
of the self-recognized brave.
Disease & Prognosis
It’s the second Gilded Age.
The rich grasp everything,
the rest table scraps. (Since
duds, we do
get to wildly rap.)
Looking to the sorry crop
in front of us for a TR?
Not bloody likely.
Labels: Gilded Age, rich, TR
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
The REPUBLICAN and the MANUFACTURER
REPUBLICAN
Freedom!
MANUFACTURER
Keep on with that one. We need the room to swing our elbows and knock out what's left of the unions.
REPUBLICAN
It's not free.
MANUFACTURER
A card of dedicated plastic says GOP!
REPUBLICAN
We can't afford a cooling off period.
MANUFACTURER
Believe me, smoke comes out of it. But you gotta help
me with these bankers. We're sitting on billions,
but with them it's trillions.
REPUBLICAN
They’re afraid.
MANUFACTURER
Just a hangover after their crooked pipedreams. That's what’s different with us: we make a product, real and palpable!
REPUBLICAN
Is it any good?
MANUFACTURER
I've lost track.
REPUBLICAN
Freedom!
MANUFACTURER
Keep on with that one. We need the room to swing our elbows and knock out what's left of the unions.
REPUBLICAN
It's not free.
MANUFACTURER
A card of dedicated plastic says GOP!
REPUBLICAN
We can't afford a cooling off period.
MANUFACTURER
Believe me, smoke comes out of it. But you gotta help
me with these bankers. We're sitting on billions,
but with them it's trillions.
REPUBLICAN
They’re afraid.
MANUFACTURER
Just a hangover after their crooked pipedreams. That's what’s different with us: we make a product, real and palpable!
REPUBLICAN
Is it any good?
MANUFACTURER
I've lost track.
Labels: freedom, GOP, manufacturing
Monday, November 15, 2010
Madoff Auction
Fercrissakes let the Jew thief
keep his underwear! Co-religionists
want to stamp him sub-human. Anti-
Semites, the tribe itself. Goethe said he
never heard a sin he couldn’t commit.
Meaning for the sex fiend low inside
us all, a sleazebag latent too.
Labels: Madoff Auction Goethe
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Conclusion
The party leans forward
as if to say and? But
story chokes and won't
go on. In a parallel
world it does, and aptly.
But this one imposes
haze when crazy
for a wrap.
Labels: story
Saturday, November 13, 2010
None So Vile
-So this guy appointed to lit department at prestigious university.
-But a serpent in the fescue?
-Lunch.
-Harmless enough for most. Even academics.
-Allusion combat. Much out-clevering whilst zapping
the other with the table wit of lit.
-Did our champion acquit himself with valor?
-Mostly, but often his stomach churned going to class.
-Is it a story with this acid end?
-He left for a small college where they really respected his specialty and baked each other casseroles.
-What was his specialty?
-I don't remember.
-Emblematic of the weight of your tale. Of a whole lot, really.
-Oh well, anyway, every profession must have its silly
pseudo-contests.
-None So Vile
Labels: academic, allusion, table wit
Friday, November 12, 2010
Auditor
-Ten thousand a month for an apartment for a...
-very good friend!
-mistress.
-Such a sleazy tone, that word, whereas...
-And under a foundation you created for the bank.
-We do a lot of Little League too. It does.
-Look, I'm losing friends at Justice referring anything less than
a few million for possible indictment. Just start paying for Sweetie out of your own salary and the matter's closed.
-That’s decent of you. I'll withdraw the account from the foundation.
-Miriam Foundation, huh? What...?
-My Mother's name. God rest her soul.
-Really? I find that touching. Very touching.
-Ten thousand a month for an apartment for a...
-very good friend!
-mistress.
-Such a sleazy tone, that word, whereas...
-And under a foundation you created for the bank.
-We do a lot of Little League too. It does.
-Look, I'm losing friends at Justice referring anything less than
a few million for possible indictment. Just start paying for Sweetie out of your own salary and the matter's closed.
-That’s decent of you. I'll withdraw the account from the foundation.
-Miriam Foundation, huh? What...?
-My Mother's name. God rest her soul.
-Really? I find that touching. Very touching.
Thursday, November 11, 2010
The Process Works
“Bold suggestions” from boards,
those not running for anything.
Working pols applaud,
promising study, and flash
the same choreography still
bringing them fame. They’re
studied by fresh-elected,
drilling steps in dark corridors.
Labels: bold suggestions, panel, working pols
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Blunt Grace
-Meeting’s at Ronald Reagan Office Building.
-Lovely ring!
-There's of course a Ronald Reagan Airport and...
-Music to my ears.
-Well, he deserves the honor as...
-Never mind that shit! Best part is they stand as symbols!
A symbol beats whole fuckin dumpsters of words.
So you can look at the building or whatever and buck up,
even in a fallow time of socialists and crybabies, with all
the women compliant whores and half the men fags.
-At...uh...any rate, honoring RR is great for the nation.
-Fuck the nation! It's great for us. Wipe the mother's milk from your mouth!
-Meeting’s at Ronald Reagan Office Building.
-Lovely ring!
-There's of course a Ronald Reagan Airport and...
-Music to my ears.
-Well, he deserves the honor as...
-Never mind that shit! Best part is they stand as symbols!
A symbol beats whole fuckin dumpsters of words.
So you can look at the building or whatever and buck up,
even in a fallow time of socialists and crybabies, with all
the women compliant whores and half the men fags.
-At...uh...any rate, honoring RR is great for the nation.
-Fuck the nation! It's great for us. Wipe the mother's milk from your mouth!
Labels: political symbol, Ronald Reagan
Tuesday, November 09, 2010
NFL
-We gotta temper the more vicious hits.
-Let boys be boys!
-Then you'll end up with a few in wheelchairs.
-Gangbusters! Wheel 'em out before games wrapped in flags,
with a littler one in their dicks.
The Popeyed Revolution
We're seeking players
who slide in spikes high.
Not Lou Gehrigs but Ty
Cobbs. Those cruel in order
to be kind. It all devolves
to a particular grammar:
not those extreme adjectives
that count the most anyway,
but the noun. Order. Your security
will depend on your knowing
your place on the team
and acting accordingly.
Labels: Baseball, revolution
Monday, November 08, 2010
Stow Honor Badges
cuz Mr Smith al-
ready a Street slut
when he survives
to arrive
in Washington.
Payback time,
never mind
the broil of lofty
words and anthems.
Daily a roiling crib of pigs
who’ve paid to play
him.
Labels: Mr Smith Goes To Washington, pay to play
Sunday, November 07, 2010
Photography
Coyly practicing on the stone
gnomes in her garden,
Grandma becomes proficient
enough on the digital camera
to catapult up the aisles
at Graduation in a frenzy
of angles. All save the rear
view of the hemorrhoidal
commencement speaker.
Labels: digital camera, Grandma
Saturday, November 06, 2010
Rural Wit, Thus Short
-My one soap opera stopped with the Republicans gloating.
-Like drunks. Bible says that if...
-Then old ducks come on there and tell you why.
-Ain't no mystery. Unemployment! Why look at that guy
down at the bridge. Out a year or so from sawmill.
-Only one not the family there. By the way, he's selling that
little red car he got.
-That thing? Useless crap! By the time you reach decent road,
whole ass end be tored out!
-Well, he’s selling it.
-Wonder what that perky wife'd fetch?
-Never mind all that! And wondering what I'd...!
-Why you're as pure gold to me, as the Bible says.
-It don't say that. You're full of it like always.
-Well, something like.
-I know what you'd fetch. Nothing!
-You was always a harsh woman! Why the chemicals in me
worth five bucks!
-They’s all played out!
Labels: Afghan election, Democrat;, gloating, Republican, rural
Friday, November 05, 2010
The Pirate Ship Has Docked
Our officials rushing out
to fawn and surrender.
The captain is mercurially
disinterested, thus murder,
rape, and pillage will proceed
normally. They have
other words for it.
God has designed the very worst
persons to be politic. When
they do something totally unspeakable--there
are degrees for the stomped and dispirited--
we'll recover life and, mid their snoring,
stick them like the pigs they are.
Our officials rushing out
to fawn and surrender.
The captain is mercurially
disinterested, thus murder,
rape, and pillage will proceed
normally. They have
other words for it.
God has designed the very worst
persons to be politic. When
they do something totally unspeakable--there
are degrees for the stomped and dispirited--
we'll recover life and, mid their snoring,
stick them like the pigs they are.
Labels: if the shoe fits, Pirate
Thursday, November 04, 2010
Wave Election, Fuckin Wave
sweeps in re-masked versions
of corporate whores.
Fox News (pause for laugh)
excoriated for being the RNC
but meaner and more crooked--
if that's even possible.
(cue Send in the Clowns)
Ah there’ll be laughter in the House!
So isn't that worth the billions cooked
after the supreme court
can opener?
Labels: wave election
Wednesday, November 03, 2010
Our Paramount Difficulty
is language. Inadequate
to describe the pirates
and egregious thieves
massed in the private sector
who tell us “Leave us alone
to make financial magic for all!”
Uh huh. How is that working out?
And “Just enforce the laws on
the books! We need no fresh ones.”
Uh huh. Like, let’s privatize police
in a city of 100,000 and hire one
illiterate a shift to handle the whole burg.
In the high public sector? Well, lines blur,
but they're florescent green
money. The Democrats engage;
Republicans find God
free-wheeling. The Right desires revolution
because depravity hasn't gone far enough.
The Left wants to start over by
first nabbing the worst, but
the prisons aren't large enough.
Besides, if you fill them with such
conniving talent, they’ll corrupt
that system even further
reasserting power from there.
Stalin, of course, went too far, but
his earlier game plan might merit study.
Labels: Democrat; Republican, Left, revolution, Right
Tuesday, November 02, 2010
The Pollster
Bottom line you ask? Ah yes!
That’s what you’re paying for after all!
I’ve digested tons of figures and
Bottom Line: More than likely, it’ll
go your way, and big, or fairly big.
Of course, it could go the other way
but that’s not as likely. And if it does,
won’t be as big--as if it went your way, uh,
if it goes–not likely–the other way.
All possibilities are in the universe,
of course, but I like yours better,
or somewhat better.
You have my bill.
Bottom line you ask? Ah yes!
That’s what you’re paying for after all!
I’ve digested tons of figures and
Bottom Line: More than likely, it’ll
go your way, and big, or fairly big.
Of course, it could go the other way
but that’s not as likely. And if it does,
won’t be as big--as if it went your way, uh,
if it goes–not likely–the other way.
All possibilities are in the universe,
of course, but I like yours better,
or somewhat better.
You have my bill.
The Senator, Very Drunk
"Call it Race if you wish.
I don't give a shit!
We don't like 'em.
End of story.
Except it never fuckin ends
while their media whores
suck in their sick ecstasy."
Monday, November 01, 2010
Election Night, Not So Large Market
DIRECTOR
Okay, Talent, let's try things out.
TALENT
This is a set? Looks like an elephant shit in a paint bucket!
DESIGNER
This is a set like you're definitely not a commentator!
DIRECTOR
Oops we hafta go on! Quick, powder his nose. It's like a beacon!
DESIGNER
No big deal, just a souse.
TALENT
I heard that, Fairy Designer!
DIRECTOR
Now girls. Ten seconds to airtime, Talent.
TALENT
Whaaa...?
DIRECTOR
Just read what's in front of you.
TALENT
Eighteen votes are in from Chester’s third precinct
and it looks like bad news for Democrats.
DIRECTOR
Cut!
TALENT
That's it?
DIRECTOR
We're weaving in and out of Football Highlights to begin.
But don’t worry we go big in a couple of hours. Bring in
the experts! The winners to gloat and the losers to analyze.
Later
TALENT
Nearly seventy votes are in from Chester's third precinct and
Republicans are worried.
DIRECTOR
Cut.
TALENT
It’s still dribbling, despite your promises.
DESIGNER
Like a drunk pissing. Just a generic comment.
DIRECTOR
Your set is beautiful and we no longer need you.
TALENT
Yeah, go way and give us the chance to destroy it.
DESIGNER
Why do we always get hasbeens from the network?
DIRECTOR
We do the best we can and we're perpetually for sale.
DESIGNER
Not much job security.
TALENT
You can always paint shithouses.
DIRECTOR
And go! Talent.
TALENT
Most of the vote is in in Edgemont and no clear winners yet due to tallying write-ins for, among others, Mickey Mouse.
(off) He always gets a vote or three!
TALENT
It's our own resident wit, Patty Kleinhoffer, returning
from the field on this historic...!
DIRECTOR
Okay, Talent, let's try things out.
TALENT
This is a set? Looks like an elephant shit in a paint bucket!
DESIGNER
This is a set like you're definitely not a commentator!
DIRECTOR
Oops we hafta go on! Quick, powder his nose. It's like a beacon!
DESIGNER
No big deal, just a souse.
TALENT
I heard that, Fairy Designer!
DIRECTOR
Now girls. Ten seconds to airtime, Talent.
TALENT
Whaaa...?
DIRECTOR
Just read what's in front of you.
TALENT
Eighteen votes are in from Chester’s third precinct
and it looks like bad news for Democrats.
DIRECTOR
Cut!
TALENT
That's it?
DIRECTOR
We're weaving in and out of Football Highlights to begin.
But don’t worry we go big in a couple of hours. Bring in
the experts! The winners to gloat and the losers to analyze.
Later
TALENT
Nearly seventy votes are in from Chester's third precinct and
Republicans are worried.
DIRECTOR
Cut.
TALENT
It’s still dribbling, despite your promises.
DESIGNER
Like a drunk pissing. Just a generic comment.
DIRECTOR
Your set is beautiful and we no longer need you.
TALENT
Yeah, go way and give us the chance to destroy it.
DESIGNER
Why do we always get hasbeens from the network?
DIRECTOR
We do the best we can and we're perpetually for sale.
DESIGNER
Not much job security.
TALENT
You can always paint shithouses.
DIRECTOR
And go! Talent.
TALENT
Most of the vote is in in Edgemont and no clear winners yet due to tallying write-ins for, among others, Mickey Mouse.
(off) He always gets a vote or three!
TALENT
It's our own resident wit, Patty Kleinhoffer, returning
from the field on this historic...!
Labels: election, small market TV
