Monday, April 30, 2012
Extravagant in Color, Lurid with Breathless Deeds*
-Lopez been eating some of his spick-garlic shit
A/C can't handle? Next time I want shift beFORE him
Oops! Drone Screen Three, and mucho running
Into ragtop bodega.
-Quartet of bad actors huddled in there with civilians
-Let’s be democratic and give ‘em all Academy Awards.
-Done!
-Jesus I love that brutal flare! Just eats the screen!
Bye bye bodega.
-Freedom!
-Fuckin whatever.
*Red Badge of Courage
Labels: drone, modern war, ragtop
Sunday, April 29, 2012
Age Reversal
now mosies through
the news. So how
specific would
it be? Suffering
the same humiliations
en route to...where?
Which number? Be as dumb
upon arrival? World will laugh
of course, but that’s the price.
Will new couples of, say,
3-hundred years combined
shoot off to hustling Vegas
to fuck and other-
wise hazard with-
out time in view?
Labels: time reversal, Vegas
Saturday, April 28, 2012
Acknowledging Mistakes
adds to or abstracts
your self-myth.
Means nothing
in truth, Leopard
Spots. Keep prowling
in search of game.
(Or in the modern style,
swag.) Know your place
mid the dapplings
disguising you.
Labels: identity, mistake, predator
Friday, April 27, 2012
Parents
-She said to me: “You men think you're hot shit with your peepees!”
-Have you worked through your preliminary analysis?
-Sex, having to do with sex. How would she know...? Such a little...!
-Rudimentary program in her school--if you remember last year's PTA war.
-Well, that's all bad enough, but hot shit?
-That's just vulgarity. Children pick that up from playmates.
-You remember I wanted to home-school her?
-We can transfer our prejudices without that.
-Who are these playmates?
-Children of your friends. Like their parents,
they run the gamut from genteel to vulgar,
from moral to...its inverse.
-Well I don't like it. My little honey-bunny!
-Honey bunnies grow up. A few even develop opinions.
-What are the names of these children
she plays with?
-Do you have a warrant?
Labels: children, parents, sex
Thursday, April 26, 2012
Aunt Jemima, she join de union!
Rose the cry from
mud-stompers, so
colorfully dressed.
Above, the overseer:
“This will not stand! Bad
enough we still have ‘em, with-
out letting just anyone join! Even
they,” he pointed down, “could
try manifesting some class.”
Labels: Aunt Jemima, Race, Union
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
Shhh!
-This a quiet room?
-Drop a bucket of bolts here, sounds like angels whispering.
-Well I don't have much time, Senator. Look!
Sixty percent of my business follows the
supply-demand curve and other MBA niceties.
-And the other forty?
-Piracy, frankly. And that's were you come in.
Pushing legislation to protect me.
-Do my best, but John Q. getting riled up.
-He's a fuckbrain! And if he had any guts, we'd
be sharing a cell in Leavenworth.
-I’d prefer Danbury, though the waiting list
for the tennis pro is rather long.
Labels: bribery, business, federal prison, senator
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
Sure 'twould kill a man twice
after eating a slice.
Reference to one Miss
Fogarty's Christmas cake.
Here we label it fruitcake and
attempt numerous leaden jokes.
Suffice to say that mothers
will not let babies crawl un-
der a board groaning with one.
Laugh if you must, but only
a few fatalities have been
reported, most from ingestion
rather than weaponization. Too-
close call, though, for Toody Delgado
of Litz, Long Island. Doctors failing
with their arsenal of gas-whackers
and stomach pumps, he finally got on
the net, finding his condition mocked
one, astightus wombola, from
equatorial East Africa,
and the bloated
body was ultimately
transported by nautical buddies
to Bridgeport, Connecticut, thence
overland to Ansonia, where
a tropical med mavin had
inexplicably been deposited.
With a gallon of Pepto Bismol
and an Oreck Vacuum Cleaner
he effected a somewhat messy cure.
Fuzzy video eventually
made its way to Oprah,
where Delgado spoke
against industrial desserts.
after eating a slice.
Reference to one Miss
Fogarty's Christmas cake.
Here we label it fruitcake and
attempt numerous leaden jokes.
Suffice to say that mothers
will not let babies crawl un-
der a board groaning with one.
Laugh if you must, but only
a few fatalities have been
reported, most from ingestion
rather than weaponization. Too-
close call, though, for Toody Delgado
of Litz, Long Island. Doctors failing
with their arsenal of gas-whackers
and stomach pumps, he finally got on
the net, finding his condition mocked
one, astightus wombola, from
equatorial East Africa,
and the bloated
body was ultimately
transported by nautical buddies
to Bridgeport, Connecticut, thence
overland to Ansonia, where
a tropical med mavin had
inexplicably been deposited.
With a gallon of Pepto Bismol
and an Oreck Vacuum Cleaner
he effected a somewhat messy cure.
Fuzzy video eventually
made its way to Oprah,
where Delgado spoke
against industrial desserts.
Monday, April 23, 2012
The Immense Political
pressure to shove right
wingers onto university
faculties resulted in their
tireless rants at meetings.
Therefore, by internet vote,
all speaking was forbidden.
Genius or schlub, didn‘t matter.
Instead the professors sat in
the expansive auditorium
and texted each other, all
shown on gigantic monitors.
The traditionalists kvetched
that this form prevented their
usual woolgathering, but they
were somewhat mollified by
being allowed two tablets each,
one for footnotes.
Labels: education, professor, Right Wing
Sunday, April 22, 2012
The Tightrope Sways
Not really, for
you're figurative.
The audience, seeing
you as digital too, flees
to other ones and zeros.
Labels: digital
Saturday, April 21, 2012
Families
-Used to think the very air’d catch on fire. She confided to my wife on her latest, and wife told me. So we had get-togethers where we all knew.
-Made the routine exciting, no?
-At first. Now it’s boring, and we’ve all calmed down.
-How ‘bout the husband?
-Him most of all.
-Used to think the very air’d catch on fire. She confided to my wife on her latest, and wife told me. So we had get-togethers where we all knew.
-Made the routine exciting, no?
-At first. Now it’s boring, and we’ve all calmed down.
-How ‘bout the husband?
-Him most of all.
Labels: infidelity
Friday, April 20, 2012
Solution
Some on dole
too shattered
usually to
make a living,
and won't
check out.
Terminal cocktail
proposed. Toast
on offer: “Been
great fun
but you're just one
of those things.”
Labels: dole, Euthanasia
Thursday, April 19, 2012
Best of The Golden Past
“Now now Dear” sufficed
for so many years, a tap
on the wrist or head
to recognize emotional
fogs. Now gals wade--
despite moon phase--
into varied forms of vile
male business. Lie
down with dogs,
get up a floozie.
Labels: War on Women, women
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
In
-We came to this capital at the same time,
and neither from falling off a turnip truck.
-Almost as dumb in my case.
-Well you smartened fast. And you’re one of the
few who know you hafta spend money to get more.
-What do the others do who...?
-Sit on their ass and wait for someone
to pour gold into their laps.
-I guess we should cease talking now about what
we both know.
-Agreed. The point is that the planets are lining up for the first time in fifty or so years. Due to a change in lottery procedures, in road building, and adding stadium
construction in two cities, there's an awful lot of money
floating through the air--and it's got handles on it.
-Even though there are handles, they're devilishly
hard to grab.
-That's where you come in. Some very skillful handle-grabbers are willing to share that knowledge.
-How much...of that knowledge?
-Don't worry about that. I'll settle it when I know
you're in.
-In.
Labels: state politics
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
The Inalienable Rightists
demand guns. The pre-
sumably alienable Left-
ists are rousing too.
They'll need for
Revolution. Will
it start with them?
No difference. Doubtful
you can tell during en-
suing wild and woolies.
Neighbor wasted, though,
in the confusion, his
hose in his hand.
Martyr! claim both sides.
Labels: Left, revolution, Right
Monday, April 16, 2012
Quizzing At The Golden Gate
-I’ve attended! More rules than Earth!
I’m okay with them. But I’m in terror
of having to listen to lunatic platitudes.
-Don’t worry. No Republicans here.
-Not even bible thumpers
-God abides them least!
Labels: bible thumpers, heaven, Republican, St Peter
Sunday, April 15, 2012
Wishing Makes It Hence
Now how I wish you'd hurry
since I'm inclined to bury
hurts which turn
on your entrance.
Labels: wishing
Saturday, April 14, 2012
Housemates
-Checking email through tears?
-Nothing from whatsisface...just my mother...
informing me I'm the best and terrific.
-Not building character that way. Mine packages
blistering criticism towards that admirable end.
Goal is something called a lady.
-What are that, anyways?
-You start by simpering. But enough of family shit!
Let's order beer and Italian hoagies! Lots of hot peppers!
Fart all night!
-A contest! But who's to judge? Call some guys?
-Nah! Act like ‘em, don't want ’em around.
-Checking email through tears?
-Nothing from whatsisface...just my mother...
informing me I'm the best and terrific.
-Not building character that way. Mine packages
blistering criticism towards that admirable end.
Goal is something called a lady.
-What are that, anyways?
-You start by simpering. But enough of family shit!
Let's order beer and Italian hoagies! Lots of hot peppers!
Fart all night!
-A contest! But who's to judge? Call some guys?
-Nah! Act like ‘em, don't want ’em around.
Friday, April 13, 2012
Citizens Disjointed
Raw monster ag-
gregates dasn't confer
with objects of their in-
fection. Law, and not
to be denied! Mean-
time, pigs fly
over our Village
of Idiots.
Labels: Citizens United, Super Pac, Supreme Court
Thursday, April 12, 2012
When a new President sweeps
or sneaks, we
must worry of
The Hick Manifesto
called a platform.
No need. Mainly
eyewash for lunatics.
Who'll scream in frustration
early on, but then craft
speeches full of freedom &
justice, where they taunt
the rest of us for being
too vilely stupid to grasp
glory. Party moves through
its own taut version
of Hog Heaven at last:
transcendent graft.
Labels: election, platform, spoils
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
Playing By the Rubes
You feed them
a cornucopia
seething guns
and gays. For
their fathers lay
full fathom one,
their bones
already coral.
You feed them
a cornucopia
seething guns
and gays. For
their fathers lay
full fathom one,
their bones
already coral.
Labels: guns and gays
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
Justice on the Phone, or Those Who Have Ears
“Now you know I can’t talk directly about anything
before the court. But I will say this...”
“Now you know I can’t talk directly about anything
before the court. But I will say this...”
Labels: judge, Justice, politics
Monday, April 09, 2012
Electoral, For Starters
Will those despising Blacks and Mormons
go onward, Christian soldiers?
Denying, too, Godless science for
The Cross of Jesus? So
proud to bear it through this
Heehaw Renaissance.
Labels: Blacks, Christian, Mormon, science
Sunday, April 08, 2012
Mason-Dixon
-Her father called me.
-Well you don't beat a boy for being a boy!
-This one I have in the past--for being mule-ornery!
-Just enough to start beating you back?
-You're right about that. Time to stop and admit failure.
-How about the young lady in the matter?
-The what?
Labels: relationship, South
Saturday, April 07, 2012
Location
Elsewhere, cops cut
oldsters breaks, pro-
moting a back-down, say,
from the neighbor in
the silliest dispute that
world-millisecond. But
this is Florida. Criminals
retire here too, keeping
a hand in. So a ramble
after wildflowers through
wealthy precincts
might be innocence,
or casing, so questions
asked, patrol cars impinging
with spinning red lights.
Drivers-by shake gray, respect-
able heads at the florid scene.
Labels: Florida, Florida criminals, senior, senior criminals
Friday, April 06, 2012
Riddle
Not unhorsed,
he rides forth,
shiny knight
for 1%. Free
to prefer
the Sancho
they force.
Labels: Republican Primary
Thursday, April 05, 2012
The 1% Rise in Protest!
They pay, they pronounce,
what’s legally owed in
taxes. Change the law!
rag they if you don’t
especially cotton to it.
In the Land of the Free
one man’s Law is
another’s screwing.
But it’s so important
for the Nation that
the Rich soldier on
as they face impiety
from all sides,
save the legislative.
Labels: 1%, tax evasion, wealthy
Wednesday, April 04, 2012
Silk Trade
I’m a lobbyist for the wealthy. Thus, in the slang, a silk merchant. And, naturally, rewarded enough to be
among them.
The public is beset with pie charts showing how much their
own slice has diminished.
What to recognize is that my clients want the whole pie.
Historians tell us it can’t sustain. Unrest and revolution
in the works. Uh huh. Some local unrest possible, in those
places where people still have a pair.
Hey! Volkswagen wants to build a factory. Do they put it in
Boston? More likely the South, where, for all the macho
posturings and guns, you find the most docile workers
in the world.
And for them, it’s not that far back to gnawing a turnip
for a special treat.
So, if you oppose, start buying legislators. Most not
anxious to leave the stable. You might have some luck
with Democrats, since other side exhibits universal
suck-ass zeal for our cause.
Labels: bribery, Democrat, lobbyist, pie chart, Republican, wealthy
Tuesday, April 03, 2012
Patronage Through Time
In an internet age,
Mozart is not cast
into a hole with-
out any marker.
Farthest up
the temporal draw,
a turning hologram
of this wizard on
a field of vibrating
eighth notes. Some few
criticize new taste,
but a bank pays, so
that must settle it.
Labels: arts patronage, Mozart, Mozart's grave
Monday, April 02, 2012
O Paddy Dear
and did you hear
the Fascists are
buying the Presidency
for the Republicans?
Patriots, they expect nothing
in return. (btw Oakland Bay one
just had a spiffy refurbishment;
Brooklyn number still an antique.)
Looking to 2020: "Mister Chairman,
I rise in favor of HR 9188, that
states that recalcitrant workers
can be beaten--only though with
a physician present. Oh haven't
irresponsible managers walked
out on their responsibilities before!
Well those days are gone forever!
And before the other side pipes up
with their Goody-Two-Shoes-ism,
Supreme Court has found not
cruel and unusual punishment
but quite appropriate indeed."
and did you hear
the Fascists are
buying the Presidency
for the Republicans?
Patriots, they expect nothing
in return. (btw Oakland Bay one
just had a spiffy refurbishment;
Brooklyn number still an antique.)
Looking to 2020: "Mister Chairman,
I rise in favor of HR 9188, that
states that recalcitrant workers
can be beaten--only though with
a physician present. Oh haven't
irresponsible managers walked
out on their responsibilities before!
Well those days are gone forever!
And before the other side pipes up
with their Goody-Two-Shoes-ism,
Supreme Court has found not
cruel and unusual punishment
but quite appropriate indeed."
Labels: American Fascism, Republican, Super Pac
Sunday, April 01, 2012
Distance as Style
“Please! Sordid details are women's things!”
His daughter's muffled crying permeates the house.
Has gotten enough from wife Mona to feel that
Christie is mixed up with a bounder in the disguise
of a Goth. He concludes, though, said Goth more
simple than calculating.
Knows a man who knows roughnecks at the lumber yard:
Goth scuffed around a bit.
The sheriff has been on a ‘random crime’ kick to prove
the community importing urban ideas.
"But not random this time. Just young men taunting
each other about homosexuality and then fighting."
Goth drops out, and Christie finds a suitor born
in a suit.
Now, labor stirrings at the plant. The manager
invites some leaders to sit down with him.
"Not working so far, and a union trying to elbow in.
It’s important you tell me how far to go...in all regards."
“Do what you have to do.” He walks up to his elevated office,
takes an alcohol wipe from the antique desk.
Methodically opening the tight package and unfolding one.
Labels: father, Goth, management style
