Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Been There, Done That
Info button on remote
gives plot capsules.
_____begins relationship
with _____. Shortly, obsesses.
Run through hundred or so
to assess your bio entire.
I'd quote more, but won’t risk
sickening you.
Monday, May 30, 2011
Athlete
-You’re the only pride this town got left and
you’re about finished.
-Ghost from a ghost town? Not quite.
-You’re okayed to play Sunday for the championship?
-Docs say so, but they don't give a shit if I die.
-Well, give it your best.
-When did I not? Media gets me both ways: if we win:
Gallant warrior's last triumph etc. If we lose:
The last and most bitter defeat of the once-gallant...
-See that you win. Winning trumps the blather
about gallant and all the rest!
-Agreed! Win for the glory! Well, actually, the money.
Three ex-wives depending on it!
-You’re the only pride this town got left and
you’re about finished.
-Ghost from a ghost town? Not quite.
-You’re okayed to play Sunday for the championship?
-Docs say so, but they don't give a shit if I die.
-Well, give it your best.
-When did I not? Media gets me both ways: if we win:
Gallant warrior's last triumph etc. If we lose:
The last and most bitter defeat of the once-gallant...
-See that you win. Winning trumps the blather
about gallant and all the rest!
-Agreed! Win for the glory! Well, actually, the money.
Three ex-wives depending on it!
Labels: athlete, big-time sports, career
Sunday, May 29, 2011
Rocco and Cyber-Dating Ralphie "Romance"
ROCCO
So, how went the latest?
RALPHIE
She had two notes: yelling and shrieking.
ROCCO
Unlike your preferred compact Italians, silent and ripe
to sexually explode.
RALPHIE
We met in a coffee shop on South Street.
ROCCO
Check your ID? Pretty old for the venue.
RALPHIE
Her too. But we enjoyed ourselves.
ROCCO
She could talk? When not actually yelling or shrieking?
RALPHIE
Football! She doesn't like West Coast Offense.
ROCCO
Me neither. Throw the fuckin ball down the field!
Nothing to lose but the game.
RALPHIE
She agrees.
ROCCO
I'm guessing, too, resembles a smallish linebacker.
RALPHIE
Bingo! And after, she says "Let's run!" So we run down
South Street. But she slips on some trash in front
of a Goth boutique and breaks a fingernail!
ROCCO
The expected tragedy ensues? Though a tomboy,
she's still a girl.
RALPHIE
Nah! Takes out a bandaid from her backpack. No drama.
ROCCO
What’s next?
RALPHIE
Saturday we shop Reading Terminal Market for picnic
lunch stuff, walk to Rittenhouse Square for--
ROCCO
Why not pull up a spot of grease on the riverside? Closer.
RALPHIE
The long walk's part of the plan.
ROCCO
And will the next be a tryst in your hastily-cleaned
studio apartment?
RALPHIE
I don’t think so. If she proves a yeller there,
my landlady pounds on the door!
ROCCO
Wait just a minute! That shrieking you first described
involves her laughing at your lame jokes!
RALPHIE
Bingo! And I don’t miss the twelve-mile stares of the
condescenders one little bit!
ROCCO
Your ex-wives thought you were funny.
RALPHIE
Pathetic, more like.
S Philadelphia's Rocco turns off the politics for matters
personal and sociological.
ROCCO
So, how went the latest?
RALPHIE
She had two notes: yelling and shrieking.
ROCCO
Unlike your preferred compact Italians, silent and ripe
to sexually explode.
RALPHIE
We met in a coffee shop on South Street.
ROCCO
Check your ID? Pretty old for the venue.
RALPHIE
Her too. But we enjoyed ourselves.
ROCCO
She could talk? When not actually yelling or shrieking?
RALPHIE
Football! She doesn't like West Coast Offense.
ROCCO
Me neither. Throw the fuckin ball down the field!
Nothing to lose but the game.
RALPHIE
She agrees.
ROCCO
I'm guessing, too, resembles a smallish linebacker.
RALPHIE
Bingo! And after, she says "Let's run!" So we run down
South Street. But she slips on some trash in front
of a Goth boutique and breaks a fingernail!
ROCCO
The expected tragedy ensues? Though a tomboy,
she's still a girl.
RALPHIE
Nah! Takes out a bandaid from her backpack. No drama.
ROCCO
What’s next?
RALPHIE
Saturday we shop Reading Terminal Market for picnic
lunch stuff, walk to Rittenhouse Square for--
ROCCO
Why not pull up a spot of grease on the riverside? Closer.
RALPHIE
The long walk's part of the plan.
ROCCO
And will the next be a tryst in your hastily-cleaned
studio apartment?
RALPHIE
I don’t think so. If she proves a yeller there,
my landlady pounds on the door!
ROCCO
Wait just a minute! That shrieking you first described
involves her laughing at your lame jokes!
RALPHIE
Bingo! And I don’t miss the twelve-mile stares of the
condescenders one little bit!
ROCCO
Your ex-wives thought you were funny.
RALPHIE
Pathetic, more like.
S Philadelphia's Rocco turns off the politics for matters
personal and sociological.
Labels: cyber dating, Rocco, South Philadelphia
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Hippies begin checking in
to that Great Weed Patch
In the Sky, tie-died
trickle. Ridiculed also
for Peace and Love by
those knowing better.
to that Great Weed Patch
In the Sky, tie-died
trickle. Ridiculed also
for Peace and Love by
those knowing better.
Labels: hippie, love, Peace, weed
Friday, May 27, 2011
Wisconsin Recalling Republicans
But some understanding requisite.
Overreaching in their genes became
frenzied in pleasing wealthy patrons.
Labels: Democrat; Republican, recall election, Republican Overreaching, Union Busitng, Wisconsin
Thursday, May 26, 2011
The Moderate Discussion
-Where are the young Everett Dirksens to throw a
comfortable fedora into the ring?
-Solid Midwest Republicans? Howled to the fringes
by the Loon Coup!
-And Savaged as RINO?
-Bingo! Besides how much of the past you want?
The guys smelling of booze and tobacco and
armpits swinging their deals under a bare bulb?
-I see them now: hitched up suspenders. No nerds with banks
of computers there.
-Well, do you want to return to that?
-Fervently!
-Where are the young Everett Dirksens to throw a
comfortable fedora into the ring?
-Solid Midwest Republicans? Howled to the fringes
by the Loon Coup!
-And Savaged as RINO?
-Bingo! Besides how much of the past you want?
The guys smelling of booze and tobacco and
armpits swinging their deals under a bare bulb?
-I see them now: hitched up suspenders. No nerds with banks
of computers there.
-Well, do you want to return to that?
-Fervently!
Labels: Midwest Republican, Moderate Republican, Republican, RINO
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Musical Story
“After the kid at Cornell joined a madrigal group, His Hugeness thought he'd like some at the plant.
Soon male voices bounced off puddles of industrial filth and
through cranes. I'm being caustic: sounded pretty nice actually.
Females exempted--they’re risk-adverse anyway.
Well, somebody always monkeys around in peacetime, and
one bunch decided they'd sing barbershop instead.
Fired! He can't do that? Yes he can, legally. Our worker rights
about on par with Central America.
Insane? He does Insane.”
“After the kid at Cornell joined a madrigal group, His Hugeness thought he'd like some at the plant.
Soon male voices bounced off puddles of industrial filth and
through cranes. I'm being caustic: sounded pretty nice actually.
Females exempted--they’re risk-adverse anyway.
Well, somebody always monkeys around in peacetime, and
one bunch decided they'd sing barbershop instead.
Fired! He can't do that? Yes he can, legally. Our worker rights
about on par with Central America.
Insane? He does Insane.”
Labels: arbitrary firing, Capitalism, worker rights
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
To France
Kindly send few-
er sexual imbeciles.
Being truly generous-
ly supplied at present.
Labels: French, imbecile, sex crime
Monday, May 23, 2011
Who Could Have Known That
Well Poisoners
had ideas? Wit-
ness past turkeys
presently foisted.
They're expired but
that's hardly the point
for zombies ideological.
Nor whether they’ve
historically bombed: Their
pride in them remains
a vast enterprise
of feathers.
Well Poisoners
had ideas? Wit-
ness past turkeys
presently foisted.
They're expired but
that's hardly the point
for zombies ideological.
Nor whether they’ve
historically bombed: Their
pride in them remains
a vast enterprise
of feathers.
Labels: idealogue, well poisoners
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Careers
When used cars went bust
he leaned back on rust-
y psych degree, repaired
to marriage counseling, prin-
ciples of sunny salesmanship
upon despair.
Labels: marriage counseling, salesmanship, used cars
Saturday, May 21, 2011
Schwarzenegger reveals he had child with staffer–AP
All that doping
and groping.
But not to gloat.
Unseemly: Most
gifted with bits
of sex de-hinging,
no? Fling not the first rock,
Sinner in deed or hock.
All that doping
and groping.
But not to gloat.
Unseemly: Most
gifted with bits
of sex de-hinging,
no? Fling not the first rock,
Sinner in deed or hock.
Labels: Schwarzenegger, sex, sex scandal
Friday, May 20, 2011
Recruit
-You're with us then?
-Jumping in with both feet. So, yes and no.
-Meaning?
-I object to some of your methods. And personal lives too messy even for politics.
-My original question stands.
-Where do you want me and what do
you want me to do?
-Sounds all the way to me.
-Yes. I can find nothing pure, or even remotely so,
in any part of life.
-At the core, we’re a brilliantly pure heart!
-Don’t try snowing both of us.
-You're with us then?
-Jumping in with both feet. So, yes and no.
-Meaning?
-I object to some of your methods. And personal lives too messy even for politics.
-My original question stands.
-Where do you want me and what do
you want me to do?
-Sounds all the way to me.
-Yes. I can find nothing pure, or even remotely so,
in any part of life.
-At the core, we’re a brilliantly pure heart!
-Don’t try snowing both of us.
Labels: politics, realpolitic
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Returning from a Muddled Power Point Display
-You can call it Socialistic Capitalism or reverse
the terms: It's still a mess!
-Oh? Did you prefer the old regime with its
utter corruption by the billionaires?
-In some ways. The more they preached competence
for all, the more incompetent they became.
-There was an art to it.
-More elbow room than now anyway. I can’t go to
any more dog and pony specials explicating
how we fell into this sorry state.
-Well, righty revolution beginning in the valley;
lefty in the mountains.
-I was always a mountain man. First thing is to
buy off most of the righties. Then exterminate
the maniacs.
-Some plan!
-Some sarcasm! I leave tomorrow. Keep collecting
my wages. We do so little here anyway,
I won't be missed.
-Payroll ghost?
-Try not to spend it all.
-Isn't that illegal?
-It will be under the new constitution.
Which is why I stopped two years later when
my friend, The Commandante, marched in
with his army to assume power.
-You can call it Socialistic Capitalism or reverse
the terms: It's still a mess!
-Oh? Did you prefer the old regime with its
utter corruption by the billionaires?
-In some ways. The more they preached competence
for all, the more incompetent they became.
-There was an art to it.
-More elbow room than now anyway. I can’t go to
any more dog and pony specials explicating
how we fell into this sorry state.
-Well, righty revolution beginning in the valley;
lefty in the mountains.
-I was always a mountain man. First thing is to
buy off most of the righties. Then exterminate
the maniacs.
-Some plan!
-Some sarcasm! I leave tomorrow. Keep collecting
my wages. We do so little here anyway,
I won't be missed.
-Payroll ghost?
-Try not to spend it all.
-Isn't that illegal?
-It will be under the new constitution.
Which is why I stopped two years later when
my friend, The Commandante, marched in
with his army to assume power.
Labels: Power Point, revolution, working
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Post
Bankers catapulted
through their own
caution lights, laughing at
the manual they wrote.
Well, the frenzy, if
not the bankers,
arrested.
In American Style, TV makes
over sows' noses to posies as
the empty preach substance.
Buy a turnip from a farmer’s dirt,
you can thump the fuckin thing!
Labels: bank bailout, bankers, banks, cable TV, makeover shows
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
A Dangerous Place*
At the stoning
I stared. After,
lamenting it
by force of wit.
A form of riches,
righteousness.
Blood facts
enough and
you age
revered.
*The world is a dangerous place, not because of those who do evil,
but because of those who look on and do nothing. -Einstein
Labels: Einstein, evil, responsibility
Monday, May 16, 2011
Trouble With Compromise
You sign on to the other
side's daffy nostrum, proven
to fail. Will again, and you'll
never shake loose that
particularly vile tar baby.
Labels: compromise
Sunday, May 15, 2011
The Tsunami of Trivia
proves expensive with many
so overwrought they’re
institutionalized.
Government steps in with
sophisticated screens
which allow one area.
Many men choose football.
Women, the Royals.
Impromptu frenzies break out
at bars and shopping centers.
Concentration invites faction.
Government installs civilian police to
keep everyone moving. Actual cops bag
a few trophies of the New Era.
The populace comes under control,
though the madhouse inhabitants and
their outside doubles see everyone
as foils to aliens.
Labels: cable TV, internet, trivia
Saturday, May 14, 2011
Kitchen Privileges
The dirty t-shirt lifts his
eggs to smellier heights.
“Hey Mac! Like, don't fry them
to extinction. Give some-
body else a shot at the stove.”
Easy familiarity at these places
as you're informed to cool it.
Could be nut, someday.
Who stabs. One, perhaps,
you've cut in front before.
Nothing in their heads
but trash, and
they remember.
Labels: Kitchen Privileges, poor, shared
Friday, May 13, 2011
Q&A with Big Oil
We screw you
with impunity.
That's a given.
Next question?
Thursday, May 12, 2011
Political Truth
A lie half believed in
half the time.
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Lyme Disease
Some doctors who actually helped
the wretched sufferers have been
disciplined by august state boards.
The "scientists" and insurance
companies find no proof that
what happened happened.
Many of the former are paid
by many of the latter.
The newly-wretched are informed
they're suffering the usual aches
and pains of everyday life.
Cautioned not to go so crazy
about it! (Many are women
and prone, thus). All are free, of course,
to keep quiet. Our central freedom, really.
Labels: disease guidelines, doctors, insurance companies, Lyme Disease, medical boards
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
The Mob Screaming For Rich Blood
after the seedy circus
of immorality compris-
ing the financial debacle.
Give ‘em cake.
Entenmann’s nice.
Labels: Financial Shenanigans, rich
Monday, May 09, 2011
The Route of Thought
You know, till all suddenly gets proven
counterintuitive. Then don’t know what
you don't immediately, but must slip-
slide away mid formerly despised.
They rule by vengeance for a time.
Then relax. Even laugh at Young Turks
satirizing their limits, infelicities. So, in
the air you should pitch in with those,
but it’s a career. You await
the watch, but speed
melts the gold,
helter-skeltering
numerals antique.
Labels: career, change, science
Sunday, May 08, 2011
Art
Some say upend your suit-
case of tricks. Others,
one or two you
buff. But, wrong
end, both. Start
with nothing
and watch it go.
Saturday, May 07, 2011
Conversation with Undertones Nautical and Moral
-Fled ship in St Thomas. Flew home.
Steward handled it aesthetically.
-Put him in a museum. Revolving under single spot.
LAST DECENT MAN.
-A few.
-You wonder about Romeo Kinks receiving the news.
-"I never forget What-her-face!”
-Much of that scant teaspoon of self-respect left?
-Bit. Depressed.
-Is it embarrassing being us, or just being female?
-Yes.
Labels: female, self-respect, shipboard romance
Friday, May 06, 2011
Wisdom
“How do I get to Carnegie Hall?” you ask the cop.
“Practice Practice Practice!"
Chestnut anecdote, but sentiment true in all fields.
Better yet: Work yourself into a soulless nerd! Not.
Rather, go to the occasional ballgame and scream mid friends.
Drink and dance and eat and flirt with a boundless fury after.
Complement to practice.
“How do I get to Carnegie Hall?” you ask the cop.
“Practice Practice Practice!"
Chestnut anecdote, but sentiment true in all fields.
Better yet: Work yourself into a soulless nerd! Not.
Rather, go to the occasional ballgame and scream mid friends.
Drink and dance and eat and flirt with a boundless fury after.
Complement to practice.
Labels: practice
Thursday, May 05, 2011
The Lousy Artist Explains His Work
and so well, he soon heads
The Museum of Explanation,
next to the original.
It prospers, as he later
tells Osgood Carruthers on
Peripatetic Dockings: “For
people truly don't have time!”
The original repairs to bake
sales, and wry chamber quartets
engaging Romantic Hillbilly Rock.
Labels: art, criticism, funding, museum
Wednesday, May 04, 2011
Two Know It Alls In a Jammed Field
-RNC has instituted a suggestion box.
-How can that be? Since they're open to nothing?
-It's a clever thing. Animated. But unless you submit
something wholly supporting the rich, it spits it out
and screams COMMUNIST!
-How'd they get this Righty? Once, triparte:
Liberal Republican, Moderate Republican,
Conservative Republican.
-God willed it.
-And through the old mists of history, they’re revealed
as the Liberal Party! In truth!
-Will be again! A 180 turnabout!
-Can't happen with Dems.
-How so, fellow wag?
-They'll never know where they're turning from!
-RNC has instituted a suggestion box.
-How can that be? Since they're open to nothing?
-It's a clever thing. Animated. But unless you submit
something wholly supporting the rich, it spits it out
and screams COMMUNIST!
-How'd they get this Righty? Once, triparte:
Liberal Republican, Moderate Republican,
Conservative Republican.
-God willed it.
-And through the old mists of history, they’re revealed
as the Liberal Party! In truth!
-Will be again! A 180 turnabout!
-Can't happen with Dems.
-How so, fellow wag?
-They'll never know where they're turning from!
Labels: Democrat, Republican, RNC, suggestion box
Tuesday, May 03, 2011
The Challenge to Statistics
-You can't say a group is crazy. Most likely the individuals
can be plotted on something like a Bell Curve. Thus Republicans are not crazy, as you aver. Some are,
some aren’t, most in the middle.
-Uh huh? All your surveys and wily questions lead us to the usual lump of suet floating in dishwater.
-If it’s clear science, it often doesn't grab headlines.
-How about women?
-An absurdly large group.
-I withdraw it. I know the answer and it's not their fault.
Each one's a changeling, exchanged at birth.
Bred to be totally impossible.
-Where are the original babies?
-Growing up on a Deathstar, ready to collide with Earth!
-Why is it that every discussion with you ends up
as nonsense?
-The norm.
-You can't say a group is crazy. Most likely the individuals
can be plotted on something like a Bell Curve. Thus Republicans are not crazy, as you aver. Some are,
some aren’t, most in the middle.
-Uh huh? All your surveys and wily questions lead us to the usual lump of suet floating in dishwater.
-If it’s clear science, it often doesn't grab headlines.
-How about women?
-An absurdly large group.
-I withdraw it. I know the answer and it's not their fault.
Each one's a changeling, exchanged at birth.
Bred to be totally impossible.
-Where are the original babies?
-Growing up on a Deathstar, ready to collide with Earth!
-Why is it that every discussion with you ends up
as nonsense?
-The norm.
Labels: ; Republican, statistics, women
Monday, May 02, 2011
Destinations
“Hey! We're kicking Grandma
out the door, down the stairs,
to the curb, under the bus, up onto
the highway! Who gives a shit anyway?
Or to any spot we designate
(might shove temp voucher, too,
into her gray panties). And you
know what happens then?
Churches come along, gather up
the whimpering lumps. Governing
involves hard options and we’ve
stopped throwing serious money
at the useless.”
Labels: budget, medicare, Republican Budget
Sunday, May 01, 2011
College President and PR Man: Window
“I don't think we've really had Public Relations up to now.
As a result, perhaps, we've been mostly forgotten.
But we have, of course, a story to tell.
Look at the buildings alone. Most ivy-covered and decaying.
Going back to the earth. Isn't that something of what
Frank Lloyd Wright was getting after?
That monstrous hulk is Old Recitation Hall. A homeless man lived there for seven years before he was discovered. Well, his body was when the place stunk even worse than usual.
And the human resources! That mess of dawdling affectation on a six-thousand dollar bicycle there is a poet. Girls are digging his vagueness.
Off he goes!–backpack and beard flapping in the wind.
Anyway, wander around. His like inhabits most departments. Along with relics, grinches, and creeps. Oh there are normal people, but they’re overwhelmed. You'll find some muttering to themselves, prior to taking walks to strike out
at invisible evils.
When all the trees are in bloom, nobody notices a thing.”
“I don't think we've really had Public Relations up to now.
As a result, perhaps, we've been mostly forgotten.
But we have, of course, a story to tell.
Look at the buildings alone. Most ivy-covered and decaying.
Going back to the earth. Isn't that something of what
Frank Lloyd Wright was getting after?
That monstrous hulk is Old Recitation Hall. A homeless man lived there for seven years before he was discovered. Well, his body was when the place stunk even worse than usual.
And the human resources! That mess of dawdling affectation on a six-thousand dollar bicycle there is a poet. Girls are digging his vagueness.
Off he goes!–backpack and beard flapping in the wind.
Anyway, wander around. His like inhabits most departments. Along with relics, grinches, and creeps. Oh there are normal people, but they’re overwhelmed. You'll find some muttering to themselves, prior to taking walks to strike out
at invisible evils.
When all the trees are in bloom, nobody notices a thing.”
Labels: campus, college, tradition
