Saturday, June 30, 2012
Painter, Composer, Writer
WRITER
At first, I recognized objects. Even if distorted,
that's a rolled umbrella, a women's arm. But now...?
PAINTER
I paint. Ask the paint.
WRITER
Just finished story: ...waitress in Jersey City diner
dreams of meeting a Met.
PAINTER
Where can I puke?
WRITER
You won't when you read it.
COMPOSER
So, maybe the human always pokes in?
Doing a commission from a small German city.
To be performed in the Cathedral.
PAINTER
Big-ass organ like Bach?
COMPOSER
Funny you should mention him. He chased
a chambermaid in the wine cellar while service
ensued upstairs. It got to be my starting point.
I'm hearing the muffled resonances coming from
up there. Organ, preacher, shifting of the congregation...
WRITER
Will you let on in the program notes?
PAINTER
Nah. He’ll get too far afield for that.
WRITER
Yeah, you'll coin some stupidity instead:
Poppies in Dusseldorf.
PAINTER
Too real. Gives too much. How about Arrangement?
WRITER
Too much a musical term already. Rendering!
COMPOSER
Premieres in a church, not a meat plant!
WRITER
At first, I recognized objects. Even if distorted,
that's a rolled umbrella, a women's arm. But now...?
PAINTER
I paint. Ask the paint.
WRITER
Just finished story: ...waitress in Jersey City diner
dreams of meeting a Met.
PAINTER
Where can I puke?
WRITER
You won't when you read it.
COMPOSER
So, maybe the human always pokes in?
Doing a commission from a small German city.
To be performed in the Cathedral.
PAINTER
Big-ass organ like Bach?
COMPOSER
Funny you should mention him. He chased
a chambermaid in the wine cellar while service
ensued upstairs. It got to be my starting point.
I'm hearing the muffled resonances coming from
up there. Organ, preacher, shifting of the congregation...
WRITER
Will you let on in the program notes?
PAINTER
Nah. He’ll get too far afield for that.
WRITER
Yeah, you'll coin some stupidity instead:
Poppies in Dusseldorf.
PAINTER
Too real. Gives too much. How about Arrangement?
WRITER
Too much a musical term already. Rendering!
COMPOSER
Premieres in a church, not a meat plant!
Labels: abstraction, art, Music, painting, writing
Friday, June 29, 2012
The Howlers
So conservative Chief Justice
joins liberals to give
President a win.
Conventional pundits dealt
specious coin yet again &
true wingnuts howl. It's
Law 1 & Hate 0. But
I scowlingly cartoon.
Subtext: corruption most vile
in the Republican Party, which
were it a person would, upon
death, be screwed
into the ground.
Dems sound measurably better,
but so what? Boxcars of cash en-
tering both sidings as we argue.
Welcome to The Gilded Age Redux
where we're all fuxed.
Labels: Conservative, Democrat; Republican, liberal, Republican Corruption, Supreme Court
Thursday, June 28, 2012
Sacred Sarcasm
-A congressman who can't put his hand on Constitution!
-The new exchange intern? From Spain? She filed it under humor.
-How on Earth...?
-Well, you have referred to it as Joe Miller's Joke Book.
-Uh, do you, and she, know the meaning of entre nous?
-Not to worry. A universal language.
Labels: Constitution, Joe Miller's Joke Book
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
Hymn
Legislature or Court provides lever and
Big Guy leaps on it.
"All manufacturing to Mexico!" Or the like.
"Make it happen!"
Then the nearly big guy whips the middle guy
in line.
The little guy, per the hoary interpretation
of Heaven's Plan, gets screwed.
Last line of every Republican hymn.
Labels: Executive, hymn, manufacturing, Republican
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
Republican Deathmasks
Try to fit today's sweat-
ing faces into those of
Everett Dirksen
or Bob Taft, or Ike.
Over-loose for tight
little accountants &
pennywhistle patriots.
Try to fit today's sweat-
ing faces into those of
Everett Dirksen
or Bob Taft, or Ike.
Over-loose for tight
little accountants &
pennywhistle patriots.
Labels: Dirksen, Ike, Republican, Taft
Monday, June 25, 2012
Greatest Republican Dread
Electing one of theirs betraying
Class thereafter.
FDR still loathed as benchmark
of this puke-inducing breed.
I know, a Democrat, but elite
detestation transcends party.
Feeds on itself in truth.
With Mitt, no fear.
Sunday, June 24, 2012
Turn, Counterturn, and Stand--NFL
Turn
I'm here to speak a bit of Burmese Poetry.
...
Counterturn
What was that shit in there?
Stand
Coach wants some intellectual stuff, not
just football.
Counterturn
Yeah? Well I had enough of that in college!
Stand
You mean the rare times you went to class?
Counterturn
It was enough. Fuckin unsufferable!
Labels: NFL
Saturday, June 23, 2012
The Return
- (sings) California there I went. Right there where they
love all bent.
-Well you’re back now. And it’s zero at the bone
with all that brutal ice.
-I don’t know if I left Bruce or Betty.
-That’s okay. You’re neither one yourself,
nor both, so you survived.
-Do they still have confession?
-Yeah, but where do you start?
- ...confused.
-Not a sin. But Rome wants exactness.
And preferably, number.
-Why have they made it so hard?
-Priests gone tone deaf from mere melody.
Labels: California, Catholic, Republican Sex
Friday, June 22, 2012
The Billionaire
preserves Capital.
At any cost. Period.
End of sortie
to buy a politician
who employs high
tropes they both
believe. To a point.
Labels: billionaire, politician
Thursday, June 21, 2012
Mr Smith Goes to Washington,
at present with new green-
backs stuffed everywhere
but his asshole.
And in some cases...
So when, and if, he leaves,
pulls cart similarly accoutered.
Labels: Mr Smith Goes To Washington
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
Inquiring Minds Want to Know
-Why is there such a thing as a Republican Woman?
-Easy. She gets a waiver from their trademark cunt-probing.
-Yeah, they're for freedom everywhere but there.
-Why is there such a thing as a Republican Woman?
-Easy. She gets a waiver from their trademark cunt-probing.
-Yeah, they're for freedom everywhere but there.
Labels: Gynecology Party, Republican Women
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
Right Radio Hosts
They’ll lie like creepy nuts and
call your daughters sluts, but
you’ll love ‘em love ‘em love ‘em
just the same. Cuz they turn
the handle Hate. And how that
helps you rate ‘mongst
every fellow traveler rat-
tling Lefty cowards!
Labels: Hate Radio, Right Wing Radio
Monday, June 18, 2012
Two Republican Senators
-Here comes de Great Banker! Like Louis 14.
-And avec l’entourage!
-Well...even so...he can expect tough questions.
-Naturellement. Just give me the signal when to gush.
-You good at that?
-Upon appropriate occasions.
-A Class Thing or Republican?
-Oui.
-The bankers own the place.
-The beauty is they know they must keep on owning.
-A thing of beauty is...
-A Jew forever!
-Your constituents don’t know your full cleverness-–
though some wouldn’t want to hear that last remark.
-No one hears anything. Too much static.
Labels: bribery, Republican, toady
Sunday, June 17, 2012
Neighborhood Erasure Shop--Jun 19, 2417
-There's a mess from when you lived in Tucson.
-That was a year-long downer. Booze, drugs,
no job and horrible health. Continuous farting
disgusted even me.
-So I should...?
-Get rid of all of it!
-Even Dorine?
-Especially Dorine.
Labels: future, future memory, memory
Saturday, June 16, 2012
There Is No Doggie Heaven
Just a Heaven-Heaven where
dogs chockablock love
you unconditionally.
Imagine! You!
Labels: dog heaven, heaven
Friday, June 15, 2012
Racist, knifed,
dies cursing blacks.
Sheriff, untouted,
routs drifter, white,
if washed. Motive:
Cigarettes. Victim
bought in quantity
for discounts.
Labels: Racism
Thursday, June 14, 2012
Bankers plunge
with house money
insured by People.
They lose rawly,
then beg for help.
Too big to fail, al-
lows rueful Uncle.
So, up, brushing knees
to snap ecstatically in-
to macho vaudeville
boast of fucking
everyone.
Labels: bailout, bankers, FDIC
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
Overlaps and Moonbeams
-Then you’re a Racist Republican, ________?
-Damn straight!
-But there’s overlap with fiscal and cultural conservatism.
-I suppose, but who gives a shit?
-I do, because I don’t want independents to
get the wrong idea.
-They already got it. They oughta learn that bullets
can be labeled with their names too, not just
blacks and liberals.
-Glad we had this little chat.
-Give you head start: got special bullet for RINOs.
Labels: Racist Republican
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
The Policymaker, Drunk
Oh there’s a prosperity.
For the few. And we intend
to keep it that way.
So stage your marches, etc.
Print your funny signs--
a folk art to be sure.
God’s design in Truth
you chafe against
your place. Briefly.
Wholly yield,
you’ll know
happiness. Won’t
need the pursuit.
Labels: Congress, demonstration, inequality
Monday, June 11, 2012
All Hail
Lady of the Scales!
Though she prove,
with prompting,
floozie.
Labels: Justice, Law, Supreme Court
Sunday, June 10, 2012
Giving Iowa a Try
Because Baritone
lost wife Adeline
to the president
of the Stamp Club,
the rest of the quartet
said scrub the hymn
to her sweetness--her
fair face beaming
elsewhere. But he
soldiered on with
it and them.
(‘cross town, Stamp
Club's spouse had
arranged her face in
stone, hardly singing. )
When Baritone left in
tears, Tenor noodled
in Everest falsetto
And thus in daily strife
mustn’t trust
philandering philatelists
of any stripe!
Other two harmonizing.
When he took off on
All women of stone
need never-ending bone,
they booed the feeble wit. Trio
flew then to Reilly's Sump Pump,
a kind of club where self-
respect is suspect and
motives quickly surface.
Because Baritone
lost wife Adeline
to the president
of the Stamp Club,
the rest of the quartet
said scrub the hymn
to her sweetness--her
fair face beaming
elsewhere. But he
soldiered on with
it and them.
(‘cross town, Stamp
Club's spouse had
arranged her face in
stone, hardly singing. )
When Baritone left in
tears, Tenor noodled
in Everest falsetto
And thus in daily strife
mustn’t trust
philandering philatelists
of any stripe!
Other two harmonizing.
When he took off on
All women of stone
need never-ending bone,
they booed the feeble wit. Trio
flew then to Reilly's Sump Pump,
a kind of club where self-
respect is suspect and
motives quickly surface.
Labels: infidelity, Iowa, quartet, singing
Saturday, June 09, 2012
Religious Rule
Nuns ascend, paired,
the long escalator
of the Sheraton Center
in Philadelphia.
Descending,
me,
alone.
Look back
to confirm.
Nuns nearer, by God,
to me inclined
to snap heads my way
and stare. And stare
so each flanking nun
gazes up to heaven
and the convention level.
What if it never ends?
Labels: convention, nun, Philadelphia, religion
Friday, June 08, 2012
Q & A American Wealth
Q Have the rich always been despicable?
A Yes.
Thursday, June 07, 2012
-Don't throw bouquets at me.
-Not bloody likely.
-How about my favorite dream? The one in which
I hold you tight?
-Not yours truly. Any more tired songs?
-Quite the anti-romantic. Right winger too?
-Whatever the boss is.
-Oh? Do you say Those people down THERE don't
wanna work! ?
-He has proclaimed, and therefore I...
-How about what passes for philosophy? Give a fish a man and...
-His favorite. and mine. But we’ve loosened under the
relentless pounding of his kids, who were ashamed of a Neanderthal Dad.
-How so?
-Positively Scandinavian in safety net for those not members of the club. Even admitting a bit of
regulation to collar the sleazier thieves in the
Chamber of Commerce.
-Miracle! Where do you stand on Gay Marriage.
-We're waiting.
Labels: boss, popular songs, Right Wing
Wednesday, June 06, 2012
Yah!
-Well they couldn't recall righty governor.
-Though they may indict him.
-Harder now.
-The Road to Fascism leads through Wisconsin, courtesy of Supreme Court's rich gombahs.
-Bit harsh?
-Hitler loved his bratwursts too.
-Nazi imagery only goes so far.
-The streets are free for the Storm Troopers!
-Well they couldn't recall righty governor.
-Though they may indict him.
-Harder now.
-The Road to Fascism leads through Wisconsin, courtesy of Supreme Court's rich gombahs.
-Bit harsh?
-Hitler loved his bratwursts too.
-Nazi imagery only goes so far.
-The streets are free for the Storm Troopers!
Tuesday, June 05, 2012
Two Republican Prosecutors
-Shaw says hanging an innocent man
deters just as effectively.
-More so, because it puts John and Jill Q
on notice that they better straighten out
and fly right!
-With emphasis on that last word.
-Good one! But our trump card for that
cowardly couple: “If we decide to get you...”
-Speaking of which...
Labels: Justice, Law, Republican politics
Monday, June 04, 2012
Swamis of Sleaze
Challenger rips
“Blunderer-In-Chief”
for bleak job snapshot.
In turn, BIC’s men trot
out former’s Capone
persona in extorting
innocents. Short
months and billions
left. Stakes
orgiastic!
Who gets rich.
Or richer.
Labels: presidential campaign, rich, sleaze
Sunday, June 03, 2012
How Do You Say Banana Daiquiri?
Grizzled old head pops over his cube, scarlet face.
“Can still hear the woodwinds. They carry better
on the breeze than the oom-pah-pahs. Never run
after the parade. It's passed, and the faster you
run, more it gets away.”
He phones Gretchen with the bizarre account.
“Missed it, huh? No fuckin surprise there!”
She was still bitter at having been laid off from the Dentist, who brought in his girlfriend after his divorce.
“At any rate, I lift a glass to the passing parade.
Moves me so, I might do it again!”
Gretchen was proving over-sibilant.
Tells accountant Jerry who quips “Yeah any parade's
far gone from us! But why don't they have security here?
Bums wander at will. Hey! Do what I did! Two part plan:
buy philosophy books and bore the shit out of yourself
for a year. Then, ketchup Corvette!”
He goes to boardroom to study himself in the full-length
mirror the tycoons use to check their entrance.
"Lumpy," he concludes.
Lunch at Reading Terminal Market where he buys
the greens and fruits to get them eating healthy again.
An afternoon call enrolls Gretchen in a support group
called Tomorrow. She’ll dress beautifully and con them
until they turn on her.
When he gets home she has passed out at the kitchen island mid a blender spinning nothing. He drops his grocery bag among scattered banana daiquiri makings.
Get her into the shower after checking the mail.
Then, they cook.
Labels: alcohol, office, parade
Saturday, June 02, 2012
The man who looked things up
which others knew led
a very forgettable life.
Why didn't he simply
learn a few? Why, less
and less time! Internet
doomed him. Soon he'll
goggle suicide.
which others knew led
a very forgettable life.
Why didn't he simply
learn a few? Why, less
and less time! Internet
doomed him. Soon he'll
goggle suicide.
Friday, June 01, 2012
The Billionaire Confides Over Old-Fashioneds
Dems put up a few laughable obstacles,
but Repubs make it almost effortless to steal.
Labels: billionaires, Democrat, Republican
