Thursday, May 31, 2012

 

making spectacle of oneself etc

They sd u made a spectacle of yrslf.
What? Olympics Opening Ceremony?

Lighten up everybody! So u flew
a scosh by yr norm! Hey, was just

to keep from going crazy. Now that'd
be a spectacle! Not really. Mostly

awful sad sht. We hibernate
our radar in that event.

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Wednesday, May 30, 2012

 
The Wars of the Golden Fools

churn. What profiteth a man...?
Uh huh, forget that asshole jazz.

It hath profiteth, in style, the many
kicking back. Avowed tradition-

alists, they can fret about their souls
after the hay gets made. Blood con-
secrates the machine, so don't ask

if lives squandered. For All Hallow
to these–if not too taxing. O

you may have lost a son or daughter,
Inhabitant, but Money never lost a war.

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Tuesday, May 29, 2012

 

The War

In a forgotten corner
of Vienna, zigzags
of rubble under grass

and wildflowers. Once
Karl's Restaurant.
At
twilight he decants

pale wine. A drop
hangs in the air,
an iridescence.

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Monday, May 28, 2012

 

Dying for the foreign policy of the United States

doesn't have much ring to it.
That's like saying your son
and daughter victims of ex-

act language in a contract
between contractors.

Fortunately a vocabulary of apt
words exists to wrap the flag

around everything, with national
whores anxious to thus step forth
in advancing all of our interests.

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Sunday, May 27, 2012

 

The Commercial Women Show

We’re all so highly pretty.
And act so pretty u'd
have no reason thinking

otherwise. + truly, we have
hair. O do we! btw deal-
ing scandal’s breath so

magically, it can’t touch
sacrosanct us.

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Saturday, May 26, 2012

 
Devices

His air announced loner so we exchanged
the briefest of pleasantries.

Left him to his own devices.

Which became clearer when squad cars
hemmed us in, ticking away.

TV remains on, a blue wash on humid evenings.
Dogs twitch on their walks.

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Friday, May 25, 2012

 

Remark on Bain et al

Sharks
(note Old Man and the Sea)
eat.


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Thursday, May 24, 2012

 

Facebook

bestows its coy splendor on
the stock exchange midst

ballyhoos suitable for a royal
train with spangled elephants.

There ought to be a monument
to the man who invented
neon lights. . . .

There's a boy who really made
something out of nothing.*

*Raymond Chandler

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Wednesday, May 23, 2012

 
In perfect service...

When wealth, only,
drives, rest of us,

curbside, wave or
salute. Not hard

to stomach for
they deserve it, be-
sides “It’s the Law!”

Some numbnuts kick a-
gainst the pricks so we get

a ticket to ride and
break some heads!

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Tuesday, May 22, 2012

 
What moments divine, what raptures serene

Rich expropriate Constitution
as everything else. Judges needn't

be told, sensing it through the skin
as they begin their old beguine.



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Monday, May 21, 2012

 

Routiners

suffer when necessary
product discontinued.
Nobody has it! To Net,

place in far Oregon.
Order and wait.

Will it prove malarkey?
Question for small bore
capitalism. Large...?

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Sunday, May 20, 2012

 
Switch

x assumes y's persona.
What bosses sought.

As Orwell says, the face
grows to fit the mask.
Quickly redundant y

fired. z observes
amazed. At first.

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Saturday, May 19, 2012

 

Meanwhile, back at...

-I told Rollie it makes difference. So back he went
over the math for hours!

-Constructive or waste?

-Total waste! I meant to say it makes NO difference.

-Modifier dropout. Happens at our age.

-Serious stuff!

-Yeah! Cheeky docs call that part of the brain
Modifier Ranch.

-You're making that up.

-Doesn't everybody?

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Friday, May 18, 2012

 
Economics

Who gets what &
outa whose hide.

No wonder dismal science.
Our top-percenters buy

congresspersons & hap-
piness--tho proverb pipes

it’s not fetched thus,
one bitchin ride

for Dudes &
dearest sluts.

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Thursday, May 17, 2012

 

Uncle Rumpy


We kids called him Uncle Rumpy and loved him because
he got on the floor and played our games with us.

Later, when he began our working lives, he railed on
Capitalism and its "boatloads of egregious thieves."

Then we got deeper into our internships, with bosses
not particularly evil, and laughed him off.

Now at the declining peak of our earnings, those working, we miss him since he's gone forever.

No matter, for we’re all Uncle Rumpies now.

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Wednesday, May 16, 2012

 

Bank loses 2-billion in short time

Peanuts! cry righty champs.
Get some perspective! Force

yourself! Um hmm? Mine's of
ship on course, flag herald-

ing pirate rampant on
stars and stripes.

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Tuesday, May 15, 2012

 

“Let's have the talent”

TV director noted for
poisonous enunciation
of that terminal word.

The bank director romances
it, calling it in for bonuses
after government bailouts.

Captain Blood has risen!--
to a boil.

Unfortunately, prisons
mobbed with those
equally as gifted.

























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Monday, May 14, 2012

 

Presently in Bad Odor, Compromise

When was it not? A-
dults came forth and
soothed the hotheads.

Then all sat as enemies
to work something out.

Even the Great Khan bent,
but not, it seems, a true
druggist from Terra Haute.

Legislators tearing each
other limb from limb'd
prove his practiced stance.

Expanding that to war...
so long as he's not
doing the dying.

Eventually spending
your children’s blood

for glittering cause
and its vile money.



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Sunday, May 13, 2012

 
Skating the Edge

Truly bumpy ice.
You may stumble.

So, stay low, nice-
ly slow.

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Saturday, May 12, 2012

 

Hugh going crazy

he thinks. Friends,
as ironists, laugh.

Does himself, of
their persuasion.

Could something be done
at any rate? Urgently? No.
Impenetrable membrane.

At least not tragic
on its surface,
like so much else.

Must, therefore, abide
in pain

like all those others
painting

themselves in-
to surreal corners
of bending corridors.

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Friday, May 11, 2012

 

Blue Ribbon For Cynical Conversation

-Look! Revolution? Then the guy selling hot dogs gets
his
balls shot off when he wanders too close.
Revolution
is morally wrong.

-Nobody promised a rose garden.

-Convince the parties to clean up their acts just a little.
That’ll do wonders!

-Good luck with that.

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Thursday, May 10, 2012

 

The Slave Auction--a short political novel


Chapter 1

-We call it that, Senator, just a joke. Your task as
newest man aboard is to
get inside such jokes.

-Don't like the sound of it, anyway.

-You'll love it when you're there. Boozing it up and schmoozing the billionaires.

-I'll keep my independence. Never fear that!

-Uh huh?


Chapter 2

-It's all silent. Don’t bother watching me.
Just hand signals
that’ll confuse you.


Chapter 3

-That's it? All over and we're leaving?

-Got what we wanted. Oh boy did we!

-Would you clarify for this rookie?

-General Electric bought you.

-No way!

-Way! They own you. You're one fortunate bastard!

-Nobody owns me.

-Be that as it may. Look! You have nothing
to worry about.
Recite the speeches word for word. Constituent Services runs itself, so no worry there.
And the Party takes care of
telling you how to vote.

-What's left for me?

-Why the Fourth of July! You can pour out
your freedom shit!
You got some really
good shit there!

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Wednesday, May 09, 2012

 

Nastiest piece of work

given most noisome chore.
Breaking up opponent's rally
as an example. If eventual

success, he's positioned
at some agency, reporting

a day or two a week
to poison its well, yet

working lunch seven
for the next campaign.

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Tuesday, May 08, 2012

 

Core melodies

in head and being
blind, finds

piano be-
fore middle C.

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Monday, May 07, 2012

 

Congressional Committee

portraying Chinese
Rights Abuses.

Perhaps China could
hear from the long-

term unemployed here
in cloying Beijing hearings.

They could be later
bussed to meet those

performing their old jobs
courtesy of the Freedom
Fighters of American Capitalism.

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Sunday, May 06, 2012

 
Once Upon

Newsboys cried
Read all about it!
On the net you can.

Eventually. It leaks
out during the week,

spooling into a fetid pool
until no one wishes it wider.

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Saturday, May 05, 2012

 

The Shattering News

concluding Monday,
blinks remainder of
dour week. Thence

to heal in Hamptons?
Rather another cube,
the apartment.

Since personal, no
little crate has been
carried forth and so

mementos must be
sacked herein. For

the most part, photos,
though touristy gim-

cracks also. There-
upon the task of hiding

heartbreak. An art
of the locality.

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Friday, May 04, 2012

 

Frozen Music, Suburban Panache

"Then you're the Colonial
at the end of the street?"

"So you're the new house!"
Free-form industrial slum
left unsaid though

cement trucks rumble yet
in memory, as what’s left
of Grandma's dishes tick,

seemingly forever, in
their designated cabinet.

Are the people their dwellings?
And is John Cage Irving Berlin?

No answer, for mystery pervades
Robin Dell Acres Extension.

Old as the caveman gussying
up his cave. Or the Bowerbird
imploring Take a look at this!

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Thursday, May 03, 2012

 

They'd Call Reagan a RINO!

Stretch, but Ike was smote
Communist by similar
flare-nostrils.

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Wednesday, May 02, 2012

 

No Free Lunch!

Oh yeah? Well in
strides yours truly to
stringently inform you

there are scores! But
only for roué vivants who

could easily buy them,
or Congressmen.

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Tuesday, May 01, 2012

 

Mrs van Iderstine Said I See. Again,

as the kitchen girls told her of serial boyfriends who cheated without a thought. She hinted at it with
her Rupert.


“They're cliches,” he laughed. “Most look at us as cliches,
with ridiculous names and quaint manners.”

Then he informed her of some men of his club flirting
with the waiters. “That's their rough trade, though many
on staff are grad students. Well, thank The Lord everything is genteel there, even the incipient homosexuality.”

She wondered what they could do about it all. “So much!”

“I share the view of Dr Carruthers. Call it sin and be
done with it! ”

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