Friday, November 30, 2012
Home Free When They Laughed
Consecrating him, and speech.
After, his ideas, all of which
forgotten by him, explicated
by fellow, fervent inebriates.
Turned out a warming evening
in sum. Presidential though?
Despite rout of next morn’s aching
head and so-queasy stomach, he
has learned to start the ball careening
at an exploratory committee:
lobbyists he has loved
and been loved in return.
Consecrating him, and speech.
After, his ideas, all of which
forgotten by him, explicated
by fellow, fervent inebriates.
Turned out a warming evening
in sum. Presidential though?
Despite rout of next morn’s aching
head and so-queasy stomach, he
has learned to start the ball careening
at an exploratory committee:
lobbyists he has loved
and been loved in return.
Labels: exploratory committee, lobbyist, presidential
Thursday, November 29, 2012
So we'll go no more a-roaming–-
a political air
Yet, run to Right and Die.
Just what Wall St Hack
accomplished, in order
not to piss maniacs.
Necessary politics
and Death Wish. With
Dems would be bounce
towards Left, but that's in
mysterious coma for
the nonce.
Awaiting kiss from
Prince or Princess?
(I thought Frog, but
Frogs are so French.)
a political air
Yet, run to Right and Die.
Just what Wall St Hack
accomplished, in order
not to piss maniacs.
Necessary politics
and Death Wish. With
Dems would be bounce
towards Left, but that's in
mysterious coma for
the nonce.
Awaiting kiss from
Prince or Princess?
(I thought Frog, but
Frogs are so French.)
Labels: French, Left, political strategy, Right
Wednesday, November 28, 2012
Lawyers Huddle
-Well, broke down in tough neighborhood. Machine pistol in glove compartment.
-I wait in cringing anxiety.
-Not as bad as you’d think. Group of guys muttering–-against him, he thought.
-Sprayed ‘em?
-Nobody killed. A few uncomfortable
-I wait in cringing anxiety.
-Not as bad as you’d think. Group of guys muttering–-against him, he thought.
-Sprayed ‘em?
-Nobody killed. A few uncomfortable
hospital stays.
-How come they weren’t suspicious
-How come they weren’t suspicious
of white guy lingering in car?
-Thought he was salesman checking his email.
-Okay, let’s talk motive. Could they be said to be plotting in some way against...?
-Plotting all right: transportation for church picnic.
-Forget motive. How to defend him?
-He’s been fed steady stream of right wing hysteria by Fox and hate radio.
-Thought he was salesman checking his email.
-Okay, let’s talk motive. Could they be said to be plotting in some way against...?
-Plotting all right: transportation for church picnic.
-Forget motive. How to defend him?
-He’s been fed steady stream of right wing hysteria by Fox and hate radio.
When I spoke to him I got the full dose.
-Insanity defense?
-Somewhat. “Right Wing Hysteria Defense.”
-We’ll make history–-unless we draw reactionary judge.
-That’s taken care of. Then you’re in for sure?
-Wouldn’t miss it!
-Insanity defense?
-Somewhat. “Right Wing Hysteria Defense.”
-We’ll make history–-unless we draw reactionary judge.
-That’s taken care of. Then you’re in for sure?
-Wouldn’t miss it!
Labels: Fox..Right Wing Hysteria, Right Wing, Right Wing Radio
Tuesday, November 27, 2012
Jim Crow Party Lost
Weeping and gnashing etc
on country club verandahs?
Actually, softer types there.
What rock to leverage up
to find this specimen?
“Should never gived woman
the vote and nigra
the bicycle!”
Okay, emphatically drunk, and
his wild buddies claim him
mostly funny, just
coy-camping a bizarre
Good Ole Boy persona.
And even bright of heart!
Are we too quick to judge?
Do you think?
Labels: Jim Crow, Racism, South, women
Monday, November 26, 2012
Secession Airs–-a discussion of two
Northeastern Smart Asses
-The welfare states wanna leave. They don’t, like, cotton,
to the “Nee-gro” jiving back to the White House.
-Hey! Don’t let the door hit them in the ass on the way out!
-You don’t mind losing the culture?
-The what? Smithfield ham, pure salt! And without football,
nobody’d ever hear of Mississippi or Alabama.
-Grits not bad, and a lot of the girls are pretty.
-Yeah, but shit for brains. Tammy’s in love!
-That’s the DNA. They can’t help it.
-There’s good in this! The billionaires’ll flock there!
They can fuck the independent rubes even more rawly.
And won’t pay a penny in taxes.
-They do now?
-The secessionists’ll still be low-information voters even in their new country.
-The Fascists like ‘em that way.
-I see Georgia, South Carolina and Texas bringing
back slavery.
-But Twenty First Century version: a few token spicks thrown in too.
-So South-Centric is we-uns! We’ve been leaving the West out of the equation. (sings) Ok-lahoma where the wind comes...
-Well, smart cowboy’s an oxymoron, that’s for sure.
-Where men are men, and women fuckin glad about it.
Sagebrush! Coyotes!-–the four-legged kind. The Red River Valley! (sings) Just remember The Red River Valley and the cowboy who loved you so true. I’ll miss the sentimental songs around the campfire. And, by the bye, take down your pants so I can see your brand. I think you’ve been rustled!
-No doubt, but we ARE...missing the finer points in all of this learned discussion!
-Not a worry. They’ll reveal themselves over the
laugh track.
Labels: North, Secession, South, Texas, welfare states, West
Sunday, November 25, 2012
Of Choice
-You did it exactly backwards. Upside down.
Young physician, puzzled.
-How come it made me feel better?
-I don't know. I can only suggest the Treatment
Of Choice.
Whose choice? I wonder. His profs in med school?
Pharma drummer dropping in at doctors’ offices
between golf dates?
So...what the hell...I'll do it his way. The obvious
strategy would be to pretend my last method
was his, and then depend on Irish Perversity.
(Substitute your own brand before Perversity.)
Oh, well, shouldn't ever end with an aside...if
you wish to keep the few friends you have
in a world recalcitrant itself.
Labels: doctor, Irish, perverse, perversity, pharma
Saturday, November 24, 2012
The Post-History of Holy Matrimony
After Cliff and Jilly's wedding,
they discovered someone or thing
had strewn the Road to Happiness
with boulders. Strove to remove
them, often at odds. Babies arrived,
distractingly, and C&J plodded bravely
enough in and out of the bungalow
on Appletree Lane. When fledglings
teen, horribly hating all and sundry,
Bride and Groom grit through. Fast way
forward and Kids have their own--will soon
enough again attempt comprehending serial
heartbreak in highschool. Old marrieds
have retired to Cocoa Beach in some confusion,
feeling they should’ve figured it out by now. Mal-
adies, however, seize the forefront. And how!
GERD for him, a strange clickclack in
the back of her sacroiliac.* Will
you raise your glasses to couples?
If you’re one, then higher still!
*South America, Take it Away
After Cliff and Jilly's wedding,
they discovered someone or thing
had strewn the Road to Happiness
with boulders. Strove to remove
them, often at odds. Babies arrived,
distractingly, and C&J plodded bravely
enough in and out of the bungalow
on Appletree Lane. When fledglings
teen, horribly hating all and sundry,
Bride and Groom grit through. Fast way
forward and Kids have their own--will soon
enough again attempt comprehending serial
heartbreak in highschool. Old marrieds
have retired to Cocoa Beach in some confusion,
feeling they should’ve figured it out by now. Mal-
adies, however, seize the forefront. And how!
GERD for him, a strange clickclack in
the back of her sacroiliac.* Will
you raise your glasses to couples?
If you’re one, then higher still!
*South America, Take it Away
Labels: babies, children, illness, marriage, relationship, retirement
Friday, November 23, 2012
Little Girl, Little Curl
Most especially horrid!
Meet with parents as their
experienced friend. Her
father for some punishment.
To his credit, not physical.
Withholding beloved chocolate
milk a week. Religo-Mom
for prayer, the intensity
of which points quietly
to goodness, or at least
relative peace.
I, in professorial guise,
submit a program
long and wise.
They object to its length,
which suggests even
greater doubt re
my reading children.
Short of it, we give up.
Victory for brat. Oh well,
that settled it then, queasily.
Fast forward twenty years
and she lives with cohort
of tantrum tossers. Boys too.
Drama has exhausted them
to zombies, though they
metamorphose each day
for business, and fake it
to make it. This goes unusually well
until excruciating scene disgusts
everybody. Prompting vacating from
latest victims by our own adult brat.
So? Can you spot one ask you?
Quite impossible.
They don't come
with timing fuses
like bombs in
bad movies.
Labels: behavior, brat, character, parenting, punishment
Thursday, November 22, 2012
Defining Moments
When the new ballpark opened, our gang hit the open house. Actually taking turns at the batting cage, like our high-paid heroes.
Jixxy performed his usual athletic mishmash,
but cheered the rest of us.
He passed that night.
I thought, when coherent, an autopsy with one so young? But Doc confided,
“Nah. Bad heart since a kid, in the family.
Knew his days were numbered and spent
them in...well, love really.”
I spoke at the service about Lincoln’s phrase:
with charity for all.
Felt inadequate after, that my words not much.
But my girlfriend, Fay, whispered, “You were great, what you said!...well, Lincoln and Jixxy belong in the same breath is all. But I just can't be like them. I just can’t. I try, but...
God knows I try!”
“Nah. Bad heart since a kid, in the family.
Knew his days were numbered and spent
them in...well, love really.”
I spoke at the service about Lincoln’s phrase:
with charity for all.
Felt inadequate after, that my words not much.
But my girlfriend, Fay, whispered, “You were great, what you said!...well, Lincoln and Jixxy belong in the same breath is all. But I just can't be like them. I just can’t. I try, but...
God knows I try!”
Then she exploded in tears and I didn’t know if it was for Jixxy or her or everything.
Labels: Baseball, death, funeral, insight, Lincoln
Wednesday, November 21, 2012
When mountebanks scream
at each other,
suckers crawl
from the din.
They must therefore talk
to preserve business, and sin
along that line.
Making Market
less free but
more sublime.
at each other,
suckers crawl
from the din.
They must therefore talk
to preserve business, and sin
along that line.
Making Market
less free but
more sublime.
Labels: business, chicanery, Free Market, mountebank, sin
Tuesday, November 20, 2012
No accident Republicans keep calling
theme which cost election.
Dems bribe sardines to vote
for them. Government bids
to lazy nothings defiling all!
Billionaires’ dough still soaks:
They won’t relinquish place
at Mama’s enormous tit.
theme which cost election.
Dems bribe sardines to vote
for them. Government bids
to lazy nothings defiling all!
Billionaires’ dough still soaks:
They won’t relinquish place
at Mama’s enormous tit.
Labels: 47%, billionaire, bribery, Democrat, Republican, subsidy
Monday, November 19, 2012
Crude Show
How the law clerks adored
this appeal! It being dense
yet blubbery--
howlingly funny,
save for intriguing
metaphysical leaps.
His Honor demanded
concision from them–-plus
thumbs up on this plea. They
comported, and he ordered
the prisoner released upon their
recasting of the original evidence.
All in graves a good while now,
student historian sniffs bribe to judge.
Prof informs him cease--how just
reflective of that time and done
to media death aiding tinpot reformers
since. Payola aplenty adorns
contemporary politics, he avers,
though, yes, a ballet by comparison.
How the law clerks adored
this appeal! It being dense
yet blubbery--
howlingly funny,
save for intriguing
metaphysical leaps.
His Honor demanded
concision from them–-plus
thumbs up on this plea. They
comported, and he ordered
the prisoner released upon their
recasting of the original evidence.
All in graves a good while now,
student historian sniffs bribe to judge.
Prof informs him cease--how just
reflective of that time and done
to media death aiding tinpot reformers
since. Payola aplenty adorns
contemporary politics, he avers,
though, yes, a ballet by comparison.
Labels: bribery, local politics, political history, political reform
Sunday, November 18, 2012
Romance
-You walked across Russia for a woman?
-Afraid so.
-Uh, move a bit. No, the other way.
Gardener just back from Moscow
Horticultural Institute. I wish to see
what he learned.
-You walked across Russia for a woman?
-Afraid so.
-Uh, move a bit. No, the other way.
Gardener just back from Moscow
Horticultural Institute. I wish to see
what he learned.
Labels: gardening, horticulture, nobleman, Romance, Russia, wealth, Woman
Saturday, November 17, 2012
The Ceremony
-Rough veined marble, ugly cube of it.
Just ritual. Do what the priest tells you.
It’s an honor though. I sponsored you,
I know, but can’t be there. Wicked flu!
...
-I heard. Horrible!
-He grabs the rock shrieking “Thus do I receive the sins of the world!”
A tremendous shudder! Then he dies.
-Oh my God! So very tragic! It’s my fault!–-
but I never knew him to be that emotional.
-Guess so.
-At any rate, that’s when my flu left. Can you beat that?
-A miracle!
-Whatever.
-Oh my God! So very tragic! It’s my fault!–-
but I never knew him to be that emotional.
-Guess so.
-At any rate, that’s when my flu left. Can you beat that?
-A miracle!
-Whatever.
Labels: miracle, religion, ritual
Friday, November 16, 2012
Maine's Independent Senator
will caucus with Democrats.
Legitimate Rape and recent
Right-Awful pronouncements
hardly cutting it Down East,
where fond of COMMON
Sense, not NON-.
will caucus with Democrats.
Legitimate Rape and recent
Right-Awful pronouncements
hardly cutting it Down East,
where fond of COMMON
Sense, not NON-.
Labels: Caucus, Democrat, Independent Senator, Legitimate Rape, Maine, Republican
Thursday, November 15, 2012
Secessionists have petitioned
the Executive
for exit. Of
scratch-ass Red
States, there-
fore Snow White
in alleged mind,
though boobus
americanus to
most. (To be fair,
liberal succession
advocates exist.
They're of course
for the best stuff:
Justice.)
Back on subject,
Racist Republicans
can’t afford this rout
of their Clown Car
so careening.
As a kid at the circus,
New Haven Arena, an
actual tiny little
clown car entering
the spotlight, thence
disgorging to my delight
what seemed
an endless stream
of motley knockabouts.
To America come!
we implore all
huddled masses
not named Juan or Hasan.
You’ll have opportunity
and never have to
grow up.
the Executive
for exit. Of
scratch-ass Red
States, there-
fore Snow White
in alleged mind,
though boobus
americanus to
most. (To be fair,
liberal succession
advocates exist.
They're of course
for the best stuff:
Justice.)
Back on subject,
Racist Republicans
can’t afford this rout
of their Clown Car
so careening.
As a kid at the circus,
New Haven Arena, an
actual tiny little
clown car entering
the spotlight, thence
disgorging to my delight
what seemed
an endless stream
of motley knockabouts.
To America come!
we implore all
huddled masses
not named Juan or Hasan.
You’ll have opportunity
and never have to
grow up.
Labels: clown car, immigration, red state, Republican, Secession, Secessionists
Wednesday, November 14, 2012
Hooray for
"Plot involves hairdresser, let’s call him
Bruce, because cliches are easier to deal
with this morning. Anyway, what he
learns from his clients lays the ground-
work for his second career: Cat Burglar!
Anyway, get me a masculine actor.
Anyway, get me a masculine actor.
I’m sick of these pseudo macho men
who camp it up because they’re afraid
we’ll think them queer.
How about Relitzky? Uh huh, yeah, I know. Brute! He eats steel and shits bullets!
Are you finally through? Too hard edged? Couldn’t sell Bruce?
How about Relitzky? Uh huh, yeah, I know. Brute! He eats steel and shits bullets!
Are you finally through? Too hard edged? Couldn’t sell Bruce?
Yada yada yada! No empathy there at all?
I...uh...wouldn’t worry about that.
I...uh...wouldn’t worry about that.
I know him better than you.
And his wives.
(Sings) And the boy he left behind him,
where the River Drava flows.”
where the River Drava flows.”
Labels: Cat Burglar, crime, Hollywood, homosexuality
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
Long, Short, Law
I cut them, drink-
ing straws,
multicolored in
a swirling pattern--
to further disappoint you
railing romantics who’d
desire extractions from
an actual bale. Held
by Very Old Kack. As
I, he didn't have to draw:
smelling of dirt, anyway.
The short one to Rence
who loved his AK-47s,
grilled cheese sandwiches,
and Louneen. Quick sentence:
so-elite firing squad sporting
automatic weapons--fellow club
members to wit. Settlement
of 30,000 put by her: half
to gun community summer
camp for underprivileged, other
for her own use. Proved
to be Dr Abel’s treatments
for incipient Turkey-Neck.
Worked, since she acquired
beau week after finishing.
Labels: AK-47, drawing straws, guns, plastic surgery
Monday, November 12, 2012
Kitchen
We will slice,
we will dice.
Left and Right.
All hail Chefs
of Lying!
Crusade has truly passed
but mincing slippery last,
explaining prevailed, or lost,
to jubilant and dying.
We will slice,
we will dice.
Left and Right.
All hail Chefs
of Lying!
Crusade has truly passed
but mincing slippery last,
explaining prevailed, or lost,
to jubilant and dying.
Labels: lying, political advisers, political strategy.campaign, politics
Sunday, November 11, 2012
Television Life
In Chad, Dr Z of Ed-
ucation Ministry sub-
limates radical bent
with favorite Italian
detectives, Colombo
and Montalbano. Here,
situation comedies
underline the quirks
friends see in us.
The world is TV
pure and simple.
Our lifetime shorter, murk-
y pond smaller, though
we're pleasing as odd,
blinking fish, quoted
and admired if, on
occasion, mocked.
In Chad, Dr Z of Ed-
ucation Ministry sub-
limates radical bent
with favorite Italian
detectives, Colombo
and Montalbano. Here,
situation comedies
underline the quirks
friends see in us.
The world is TV
pure and simple.
Our lifetime shorter, murk-
y pond smaller, though
we're pleasing as odd,
blinking fish, quoted
and admired if, on
occasion, mocked.
Labels: Columbo, Detective Series, Montalbano, situation comedies, television
Saturday, November 10, 2012
Mac’s Rebound Marriage
Shortly after Jeanine-Ann sped off
to a conference of Curriculum
Integrators, Mac threw the pillow
slip on the floor.
The sheets, though, still reeked of floral scent,
but aromas off Ritz cracker crumbs partially
obscured it.
He had to rouse himself even before endless commercials would pause the Jets vs Raiders on TV.
A staccato fart issued on his amble towards the bathroom, longer, all in all, than the elongated boom now greeting a Jet’s touchdown.
Shortly after Jeanine-Ann sped off
to a conference of Curriculum
Integrators, Mac threw the pillow
slip on the floor.
The sheets, though, still reeked of floral scent,
but aromas off Ritz cracker crumbs partially
obscured it.
He had to rouse himself even before endless commercials would pause the Jets vs Raiders on TV.
A staccato fart issued on his amble towards the bathroom, longer, all in all, than the elongated boom now greeting a Jet’s touchdown.
Labels: football, marriage, TV
Friday, November 09, 2012
A Certain Republican Speaks, Further Foreshadowing
“So we lost the Spicks? Know
any old Speedy Gonzales jokes?
With blacks, lost cause anyway.
Scratch them!–between the knife scars pref-
erably. As for the young, they still know shit!
Sex,rock n’ roll,video games,and space drugs.
Also, lots of hugs–-where can I puke?
(Won’t mention Jews...very PC in this place.)
Some faggots elected with sup-
port of depraved European brand
of Anything-Goes Socialism. Then,
women didn’t realize how much
they’d get to enjoy vaginal probes.
And relish rape, should it fortunately
arrive. Next time we’ll buy their votes
with vibrators: Hey, since old pros say
party must renew, there’s idea for sex-
y start! In any case, it’s
a White Ship, Honey. And,
going down, Glory!
“So we lost the Spicks? Know
any old Speedy Gonzales jokes?
With blacks, lost cause anyway.
Scratch them!–between the knife scars pref-
erably. As for the young, they still know shit!
Sex,rock n’ roll,video games,and space drugs.
Also, lots of hugs–-where can I puke?
(Won’t mention Jews...very PC in this place.)
Some faggots elected with sup-
port of depraved European brand
of Anything-Goes Socialism. Then,
women didn’t realize how much
they’d get to enjoy vaginal probes.
And relish rape, should it fortunately
arrive. Next time we’ll buy their votes
with vibrators: Hey, since old pros say
party must renew, there’s idea for sex-
y start! In any case, it’s
a White Ship, Honey. And,
going down, Glory!
Labels: electoral loss., PC, rape, Republican, Republican future, Republican whiteness, socialism, vaginal probe
Thursday, November 08, 2012
Natural Meds
From the topmost limb
of the Diddle-Doodle tree
when birds excrete and
apes lumber, comes a par-
ticularly curative leaf.
$10,000 a pound.
Kids clamber up
for a dollar a basket.
Our entrepreneurs
give over preaching
of Free Market to
show it in action.
The host country, though,
not impressed and ex-
tracts payola mucho.
Consumer Reports
eventually cries Fraud
from A to Z. Scientists
are marshaled
to challenge them.
And patients relieved
from flaming rectum
or GERD testify of miracle. But
FBI cites production chain where
they find the leaves trashed and
sugar cane ground for
the terrific mix instead.
If they give a Nobel for sleaze,
surely an American will slide
through for win. Take pride.
From the topmost limb
of the Diddle-Doodle tree
when birds excrete and
apes lumber, comes a par-
ticularly curative leaf.
$10,000 a pound.
Kids clamber up
for a dollar a basket.
Our entrepreneurs
give over preaching
of Free Market to
show it in action.
The host country, though,
not impressed and ex-
tracts payola mucho.
Consumer Reports
eventually cries Fraud
from A to Z. Scientists
are marshaled
to challenge them.
And patients relieved
from flaming rectum
or GERD testify of miracle. But
FBI cites production chain where
they find the leaves trashed and
sugar cane ground for
the terrific mix instead.
If they give a Nobel for sleaze,
surely an American will slide
through for win. Take pride.
Labels: American Capitalism, fraud, Medicine Show, Nobel
Wednesday, November 07, 2012
Hangover
Repubs say their guy
Gordon Gecko-ized in
early carpet bombing, brutal-
ly unfair! Then “47%” fed
this jejune misperception.
Horribly negative advertising,
a type of propaganda they
couldn’t really recognize. Rove
shocked, shocked. & sore at best.
House stays with them, however,
proving Treason
prospers. Media, hard-
ly shy in all of this, can so
untwist its panties now,
returning to who wore
what sheer dress.
Repubs say their guy
Gordon Gecko-ized in
early carpet bombing, brutal-
ly unfair! Then “47%” fed
this jejune misperception.
Horribly negative advertising,
a type of propaganda they
couldn’t really recognize. Rove
shocked, shocked. & sore at best.
House stays with them, however,
proving Treason
prospers. Media, hard-
ly shy in all of this, can so
untwist its panties now,
returning to who wore
what sheer dress.
Labels: 47%, carpet bombing, election, Gecko, media, negative advertising, Obama, Romney, Rove, treason
Tuesday, November 06, 2012
It’s too late now to come
weeping on my shoulder
Oh I don’t know:
Damp Act being
rather timeless.
Like betrayal of
rock n’ roll love.
Or World Cup
dives in soccer.
weeping on my shoulder
Oh I don’t know:
Damp Act being
rather timeless.
Like betrayal of
rock n’ roll love.
Or World Cup
dives in soccer.
Labels: betrayal.diving, football, love, rock n' roll, soccer, World Cup
Monday, November 05, 2012
The Business of Fatigued Language
Ducks on a pond,
thence in a row. You
move them somehow: They’ve
flapped down in chaos, mid
little family strings
gliding around. So, rout
whatever riot in trade
for metaphor. Thus run
up flagpoles to see
who etc salutes etc
whilst thinking--where
else?--OUTSIDE THE BOX!
Which becomes the new inside
said container. We’re speaking here
of waking up deadly dull work by
literary speech of sorts. Flower past?
Still lingers the essence. Yeah,
so what the figures flaccid
and long since expired?
We are bold in insisting on
at least breathing out good
ole feathery conceits. Hey!
when we ourselves get old,
can afford to see
things in true,
scathing light
on us. Which
we’ll deny.
Ducks on a pond,
thence in a row. You
move them somehow: They’ve
flapped down in chaos, mid
little family strings
gliding around. So, rout
whatever riot in trade
for metaphor. Thus run
up flagpoles to see
who etc salutes etc
whilst thinking--where
else?--OUTSIDE THE BOX!
Which becomes the new inside
said container. We’re speaking here
of waking up deadly dull work by
literary speech of sorts. Flower past?
Still lingers the essence. Yeah,
so what the figures flaccid
and long since expired?
We are bold in insisting on
at least breathing out good
ole feathery conceits. Hey!
when we ourselves get old,
can afford to see
things in true,
scathing light
on us. Which
we’ll deny.
Labels: business, business cliches, business language, fatigued language, imagination, metaphor, trite
Sunday, November 04, 2012
Turn and Counter
Society proved cruel
to Jane Eyre. For return
she spent
honest toil,
fidelity, and
affection.
All awful coins.
Society proved cruel
to Jane Eyre. For return
she spent
honest toil,
fidelity, and
affection.
All awful coins.
Labels: character, cruelty, goodness, Jane Eyre, society
Saturday, November 03, 2012
Flower of Malaya
-...and I found that I didn't have to undergo
the torture of choosing between Bruce and Betty.
-By choosing both?
-Bingo! Happy at last!
-Judging from the solo aspects of this shitty
apartment, something happened to divert
such happiness?
-Bruce and Betty happened.
-I see. But even then...I mean you're experimenters after all.
-They left.
-And a note?
-A doozie! Including an allusion to words from an old song...flower of Malaya.
-And which of you is...?
-Couldn’t say. All incomprehensible.
-Like love--or loves--itself. Or themselves.
Or something. At any rate, here you are, celibate and eating from cans.
-Not the latter. Frozen dinners. To which I
apply a chef's touch!
-Could exemplify your whole life.
-Let's...keep it light.
-...and I found that I didn't have to undergo
the torture of choosing between Bruce and Betty.
-By choosing both?
-Bingo! Happy at last!
-Judging from the solo aspects of this shitty
apartment, something happened to divert
such happiness?
-Bruce and Betty happened.
-I see. But even then...I mean you're experimenters after all.
-They left.
-And a note?
-A doozie! Including an allusion to words from an old song...flower of Malaya.
-And which of you is...?
-Couldn’t say. All incomprehensible.
-Like love--or loves--itself. Or themselves.
Or something. At any rate, here you are, celibate and eating from cans.
-Not the latter. Frozen dinners. To which I
apply a chef's touch!
-Could exemplify your whole life.
-Let's...keep it light.
Labels: bi, Flower of Malaya, gay, love triangle
Friday, November 02, 2012
When Our Office Mgr Vacations,
ocean remains calm
per directions, am-
bient air as Gold-
ilocks, therefore
not warm nor chill.
Later mountains likewise
behave, filling his camera
with pixelled serenity of
repetitious snowcaps
replacing flat seas.
Even the wildflowers
order themselves in-
to a spinster’s garden.
Last, though, Vegas,
where women
find him
out. Ditto booze,
cornucopia drugs
and Blackjack.
He has returned, boy-
babbler of high exploits
at bed and table. Office
runs itself, with predict-
able results. When half
the copiers bust at
once, we push rehab
on the now-depressive.
Of course, the exact record
re Vegas’d help psychiatrists,
but he sold the camera there,
and scrubbed the chip of sin
for a concluding whack at it.
Well, long story short, how
he’s carted away and half
the down copiers
suddenly race!
We learned it’s all of it
Karma, Baby!
Business model, in any case,
more discrete. Thus, probably,
Karma, Colleague.
ocean remains calm
per directions, am-
bient air as Gold-
ilocks, therefore
not warm nor chill.
Later mountains likewise
behave, filling his camera
with pixelled serenity of
repetitious snowcaps
replacing flat seas.
Even the wildflowers
order themselves in-
to a spinster’s garden.
Last, though, Vegas,
where women
find him
out. Ditto booze,
cornucopia drugs
and Blackjack.
He has returned, boy-
babbler of high exploits
at bed and table. Office
runs itself, with predict-
able results. When half
the copiers bust at
once, we push rehab
on the now-depressive.
Of course, the exact record
re Vegas’d help psychiatrists,
but he sold the camera there,
and scrubbed the chip of sin
for a concluding whack at it.
Well, long story short, how
he’s carted away and half
the down copiers
suddenly race!
We learned it’s all of it
Karma, Baby!
Business model, in any case,
more discrete. Thus, probably,
Karma, Colleague.
Labels: business, karma, model, office, organization
Thursday, November 01, 2012
Then and Now
Then
I run a political weekly skewering blatant thieves and their business bribers.
Special pet is Republican Party with its all-things-vagina approach.
More enemies than subscriptions.
Seemingly more bills than both
Before Sheriff launches us into new careers,
we always inebriate away in a Thursday party
at a low establishment, having put the rag
to bed.
The only rule is to be self-critical, to
try to balance off our scorning of others.
Some of the confessions lead to beery tears.
No surprise.
When my turn comes, I aver I’ve stopped
beating my wife, to general hilarity.
Not wife nor girlfriend, having lost both
in incendiary divorce. As hot as it was,
gossips lost interest due to my non-importance.
Now
-Those were the days...and weren’t.
-Oh Daddy, how, like, profound!
-What we could muster, lacking Nintendo.
-Lame, in all dimensions. But please stop talking. Your vacated life makes me too sad.
-Is that possible?
-I haven't begun to cry, but no time now.
Gotta scoot to Walgreens, thus car keys please?.
-Some legal drugs?
-Nah. Makeup shit. Awards ceremony tonight
where I get one or another. School wants
us to act like ladies and look like tarts.
-Wouldn’t miss it.
-Whatever.
Then
I run a political weekly skewering blatant thieves and their business bribers.
Special pet is Republican Party with its all-things-vagina approach.
More enemies than subscriptions.
Seemingly more bills than both
Before Sheriff launches us into new careers,
we always inebriate away in a Thursday party
at a low establishment, having put the rag
to bed.
The only rule is to be self-critical, to
try to balance off our scorning of others.
Some of the confessions lead to beery tears.
No surprise.
When my turn comes, I aver I’ve stopped
beating my wife, to general hilarity.
Not wife nor girlfriend, having lost both
in incendiary divorce. As hot as it was,
gossips lost interest due to my non-importance.
Now
-Those were the days...and weren’t.
-Oh Daddy, how, like, profound!
-What we could muster, lacking Nintendo.
-Lame, in all dimensions. But please stop talking. Your vacated life makes me too sad.
-Is that possible?
-I haven't begun to cry, but no time now.
Gotta scoot to Walgreens, thus car keys please?.
-Some legal drugs?
-Nah. Makeup shit. Awards ceremony tonight
where I get one or another. School wants
us to act like ladies and look like tarts.
-Wouldn’t miss it.
-Whatever.
Labels: generation gap, investigative reporting, political satire
