Saturday, June 30, 2012

Painter, Composer, Writer

At first, I recognized objects. Even if distorted,
that's a rolled umbrella, a women's arm. But now...?

I paint. Ask the paint.

Just finished story: ...waitress in Jersey City diner
dreams of meeting a Met.

Where can I puke?

You won't when you read it.

So, maybe the human always pokes in?
Doing a commission from a small German city.
To be performed in the Cathedral.

Big-ass organ like Bach?

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...

Will you let on in the program notes?

Nah. He’ll get too far afield for that.

Yeah, you'll coin some stupidity instead:
Poppies in Dusseldorf.

Too real. Gives too much. How about Arrangement?

Too much a musical term already. Rendering!

Premieres in a church, not a meat plant!

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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.

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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.

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Wednesday, June 27, 2012



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.

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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.

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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

I'm here to speak a bit of Burmese Poetry.

What was that shit in there?

Coach wants some intellectual stuff, not
just football.

Yeah? Well I had enough of that in college!

You mean the rare times you went to class?

It was enough. Fuckin unsufferable!


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.

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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.

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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.


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.

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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!

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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?


-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.

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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.

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Saturday, June 16, 2012


There Is No Doggie Heaven

Just a Heaven-Heaven where
dogs chockablock love
you unconditionally.

Imagine! You!

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Friday, June 15, 2012


Racist, knifed,

dies cursing blacks.
Sheriff, untouted,

routs drifter, white,
if washed. Motive:

Cigarettes. Victim
bought in quantity
for discounts.


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

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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.


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.

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Monday, June 11, 2012


All Hail

Lady of the Scales!
Though she prove,

with prompting,

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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.

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Saturday, June 09, 2012


Religious Rule

Nuns ascend, paired,
the long escalator

of the Sheraton Center
in Philadelphia.


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?

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Friday, June 08, 2012


Q & A American Wealth

Q Have the rich always been despicable?

A Yes.

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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.

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Wednesday, June 06, 2012


-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!

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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...

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Monday, June 04, 2012


Swamis of Sleaze

Challenger rips

for bleak job snapshot.
In turn, BIC’s men trot
out former’s Capone

persona in extorting
innocents. Short
months and billions

left. Stakes

Who gets rich.
Or richer.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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