Saturday, November 19, 2011


End of the World

Hysterical, even, counsel perspective.
It (some sourest brew) not being

“The End of the World!” Feels
enough like it as ashes settle in.

no posts till Dec 1


Friday, November 18, 2011

Conversation Defining a Place and Time

-The war ended within the hour! I feel joy! And yet...
immense sorrow.

-That would be Vietnam and it ended very many years ago.

-I can no longer trust you.

-Let's start all over, and without the war.

-That would be impossible.


Thursday, November 17, 2011

House sez yr concealed weapon
shd be legal in all other states

Next Shitkickers' Convention
in New York, let's pick off some
of them thar Spicarickins.


Wednesday, November 16, 2011


The Church Submerged

God responded with
bailouts of grace his
ministers sought,

plus bonuses of vast in-
dulgences, lest such

“talent” be lost
unto Satan.

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Tuesday, November 15, 2011



Another Republican debate
hard upon the last. Give these
righteous some vacation! To

go fish whilst delusions remain
hanging in the aether until
visiting flamingly anew.

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Monday, November 14, 2011



If pipeline runs close
you’ll hear the chug. So?

That's money! say supporters. &
accidents can’t happen smothering
your wife & dewy daughters. No un-

dertaker scrub,
then, tones

them down
enough not

to contrast


Sunday, November 13, 2011

Logistics of Family

Old Corey will pick up Melinda
with her to-die-for potato salad.

She no longer has a car
due to cross eyes...getting

fewer “winks” on the personal
section of now.

Pete and Eileen will deposit
their ham and Richard with

the Jimmy Jenkinses. Then will
proceed to the bus station for

Betsy, arriving after her shift
at Chrysler. Mick and

Millie will skip this year, taking
Delsey to college with her crates
and stuffed animals. Blinky2

shepherds them on his portion of
the trip since they can't be boxed:

don't get along. He’s dropped at
the Jimmy Jenkinses also. And on

and on, courtesy of Lucy, Mis-
tress of Logistics, who'd easily
array our military against any
other. And without a Cray. We

thank her ever year. Crisply nods, her
mind crawling with other gnarly

problems she is involving
herself with.

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Saturday, November 12, 2011

Catching Your Death

Some old aunt pro-
claims it: “You’ll

catch your death!”
when you catapult
into the cold with

a flimsy jacket.
Wrong way round

in that he's the one
doing the catching.

I'm on the 2d floor,
accessible by outside
stairway. I'll hear reso-

nating trudge, s-
craping of the stucco
with that scythe. There-

fore won't answer thud-
ing rap. Will he leave

a card with silhouette
on one side, new ap-
pointment the other?

That one's taut,
no coy defense.

And will I do anything
super in the interim?

No, just relish
the ordinary.


Friday, November 11, 2011


Character Impedes Message

a) Banks
b) Politics

c-z) from sea
to shining sea.

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Thursday, November 10, 2011


"Reform" -- a political primer

A Push-Pull Mechanism.
Zealots push you to in-
stitute glorious alteration

(cue Hosannas) as you pull
greenbacks from their pockets.

Long-term results: Negligible.
Immediate results: firing

of the base type, hiring
of the Right.


Wednesday, November 09, 2011


The Majesty of the Law

Surprisingly they show up for the neighborhood picnic.

"Hi! I’m General Motors," shakes my hand an assertive male.

"You mean you represent General Motors?"

"No, I am. And this fellow here, is Dow Chemical."

“And the farmer took another load away!”

“We understand your reaction, of course, and that why we're
here to counter it. Giving flesh to Supreme Court's ruling
we're individuals."

“Idiots enabling other idiots!”‘

Dow speaks up then. "Nice embossed day planner for you!"

GM offers a Chevvie keychain.

“I'm taking nothing!–-already owned.”

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Tuesday, November 08, 2011


When Sex Accusers Hit,

trot out
the Frau.

Your deal
with her o-

verall no
one’s con-

cern. Es-
latest flap.

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Monday, November 07, 2011

The Assignment at the Golden Gate

-We've all been conned. Ripped off by thieves, despicable,
or pillars, community.

-What's the cure?

-For many, none. But I'd like to propose a ticket
that gets punched. But major league stuff,
not the usual daily screwings.

-And when it's all used up?

-You get to present it to St Peter!

-Your ticket in?

-Well, to a special branch. T. A.

-Terrible Agita?

-Total Asshole.

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Sunday, November 06, 2011

Village Metaphysics

The mayor wants it preserved. Easy for him to say.

The selectmen say not another penny.

The young persons laugh at it, and the controversy.
They say go ahead and do what you want. It's insignificant.
What's the harm in all the old farts believing in something
that doesn't exist?

The old people scoff that it lives, and we'll all suffer
if we dare to think otherwise.

A referendum may be proposed, which the old would win
since the young, our future, won't be bothered voting.

Now, an incident underlines the seriousness of what
outsiders consider a silly and foolish quarrel.

A gang of drunks watching Monday Night Football at
Chuckie's Chowderhead when lightning flashes
all around and everything goes black.

They stream into the street roaring O please great Wolka,
give us back our signal!

Some duels with garbage cans follow.

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Saturday, November 05, 2011

Après Passion

-Are you crying, me potent bucko?

-Just came back to me for some reason. You don't know
what it's like to be dumb. Laughed at when the teacher
calls you!

-No, I go to Yale. It's all attitude. And in my
Audrey Hepburn anyone?

-I’d be afraid. I'm sure students there would enjoy
humiliating me.

-Not this one. Hey! You got a dong belongs in a song.
Quite a shame to bake it unnecessarily behind the grill
at the International House of Pancakes.

-Giggling after what you construe as surreal aspects.
I've noticed it before.

-I thought you were dumb.

-That's merely language I just said.

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Friday, November 04, 2011


Not One of Us

He is not one of us.
To the outside, yes,
even distinguished, but

we can't paper it o-
ver. We can be nice:

nothing lost there. And thus
praise an admirable record.
But our final accolade proves

financial, and he can
never be promoted.
Out of the question.

Like Sisyphus then,
hustling that boulder

up the incline only to
feel it inch back. Camus

says he's happy in
just the task, truly,
let us pray so.

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Thursday, November 03, 2011

137 Jefferson County marriages dissolved

last month due to Sexual Content
beyond them. Aggrieved went
jungle then, meriting X-Ratings

neighbors confer. However, most
Jefferson relishes its G for Gentility,

though youngsters get fractious
moment by seething moment as
adult defenses exhaust everyone.

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Wednesday, November 02, 2011


In a Catfish for Breakfast locale
people know a thong or two.

Wrong for the biblical reasons
pulpits rail variously on. And

aesthetic ones: if the wearer
a fat woman or scrawny man.

On Planet Kallikah, all they use!
Except for the absurd suits
officials display greeting our

space persons. Who laugh.
No matter, for there they
understand Earth ways.

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Tuesday, November 01, 2011


Uncle & Aunt, In Order

-You give a lazy bastard money for not working
and guess what he'll...

-“Keep it coming, Sucker!”

-That’s why we’re for Osgood Bemke!

-We're Bemke-ites!

-Proudly! He wants ‘em wearing yellow circles.

-But people blabbing about the Jew-Star thing.

-Those people always bring history in
where it don't belong!



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