Monday, December 31, 2012
Elegance is brutal work
Those imputing genius to me,
though, posit edifice I leap
with single bound, fans therein
cheering roundly, as for Giants.
Now, Academy desires more
decimal places. Easiest, for
that far out,
random suffices.
Lazy? Give bean counters
fewer beans, foul addiction.
Labels: bean counters, genius, random, research, science
Sunday, December 30, 2012
Account From
Ecclesiastic, Though Crude
The woman
who worried about everything!
Did a 180
and could give a shit less.
When last I
saw her: “Ever see tits like these, Reverend?”
Whipping
them around. “Anything in your Bible compare?”
“Yes.”
Saturday, December 29, 2012
“But what do I
know?”
contributes too.
A mystery reading that “I”: I’m
expert and they’re
flailing? Or…
In the dark, oft-beset me,
encore?
Just samples, of course, from what-
ever weird amalgam makes you up.
Well, anyway, start with humility.
Will contrast you.
contributes too.
Labels: arrogance, humility, knowlege
Friday, December 28, 2012
Fearing fear itself
was a good one ole
Roosevelt or somebody
come up with. Should’ve
known his Gwen, Rick
mused. But breathing easier
what with football season
putting her erratic shit on hold.
She’s team’s severest critic
and totally focused.
Labels: focus, football, pesonality, Roosevelt
Thursday, December 27, 2012
Directions
All the docs&meds&exercise&herbs&
minerals&positive-thoughts. My o
amenable you! But a Black Swan glides
anyway. Ordinarily, comes&you go. Though,
hold it in the corner of your favored eye
& tell yourself a story. Of Faith
or its opposite. You pick. Make it
genuine for once. Laugh or grow
querulous. Stutter. Whatever. Keep go-
ing: your own Thousand Nights&this next.
Maybe Swan will so very slowly slide
across your chock-a-block vision
to another part of the lake.
Awaited there for elegance.
Labels: Black Swan, doctor, faith, Fate, Health, herbs, luck, meds, potion
Wednesday, December 26, 2012
When one door closes
another opens,
Cal was reassured
by religion and
secular folk-
lore. He purchased house
with many rooms, where
doors constantly slam
due to powerful drafts.
Nothing opens them
unless he does, or wife
Dorothea—who has
told Attorney Gaddings
told Attorney Gaddings
to file for divorce.
In another city, Cal Jr
receives news equally.
As to doors metaphor,
he scoffs, of course.
Labels: door, folklore, generation, generation gap, metaphor, religion
Tuesday, December 25, 2012
Up to Here
Stringing ennui further
Let’s grab another train.
For the addict the fix
is all of life. Why it’s
called addiction. My
quarrel with films depicting
endless runs of subtlety to
acquire, then absorb, shit. Stringing ennui further
Let’s grab another train.
Labels: addiction, boredom, cleverness, drugs, fix
Monday, December 24, 2012
At Stake
Not much up till then,
he goes all in.
But refused cards. “That
truly settles it,” he insists,
“game’s rigged!”
“Startling Revelation Depart-
ment,” sneers dealer.
Labels: all in, cards, gambling, game, rigged game
Sunday, December 23, 2012
She
self-labels Whore!
Sobbing out
the end
of the dim affair.
Limo of Martyrdom
hav-
ing eased to
its slot, she
begins a sinking
in
her posh seat.
Labels: affair, female, male, martyrdom, posh
Saturday, December 22, 2012
Another Doomsday Passes
with the stray tornado or so,
but space mountains fly past,
and black and brown waves don’t
materialize to ravage
Idaho hamlets--
preferring, perhaps, to rage
at the infuriating Lakers.
Thus, jumpy fingers need withdraw,
reluctantly, from trigger housings.
Black helicopters stay aloft, their
distinctly awful thrum-thrum
filtered out from government imposed
bedlam by those who’ve coyly
trained themselves. The Bushmaster,
proven adept in dismembering children,
leads the Hit Parade
of sales. Sensible folks tell us pay more
attention, be especially polite to paranoidsyou may discover secreting among us.
No mystery who they are, though, for
they announce themselves on radio.
Labels: black, black helicopter, brown, Bushmaster, doomsday, paranoid, radio
Friday, December 21, 2012
Circus
After the final convulsion,
the King fled.
There followed emperors,
each more decadent
than the last. Culminating
with one enamored of making
the nation into his beloved Circus.
The girls felt pretty in
their
spangled tights, and
the men shot from canons,
despite singed
eyebrows,
enjoyed the trip.
But the clowns
got handguns.
Thursday, December 20, 2012
Cold War of the Rich
We drove Soviet Union to its
knees
with our dough-re-me. Now Times
sez repubs losing nationally--can’t
move
their lousy package--but bribing
states.
alongside such spent horses
as Land of Free and
Home of Brave, the eternal
American question forever soars:
How much justice can you afford?
Labels: bribery, Cold War, Justice, Republican, state
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
The wonder is, wasn’t done in
by their collective incompetence.
After dear preparation, started
following a terrorized heart
to them. Quite a risk for us
Labels: college, graduate, incompetence, terror
Tuesday, December 18, 2012
"So you wanna ban ghetto
blasters?
Good luck with that and all your
pussy ways.
Long’s I get to keep my rocket
launcher.
Neighbor’s overdue. He’ll be bitching
to the angels soon enough.
Freedom’s what it’s called if you’re
looking for the word.
Fuckin freedom.
Woosh!"
Labels: assault weapon, freedom, ghetto blaster, guns, rocket launcher
Monday, December 17, 2012
It
O look! It fits
matrix or curve!
emits math boy
or girl. Uh huh?
Fits nothing but, new-
ly shape-shifting,
can destroy theory.
And, even, you.
Labels: math, predicability, science, shape-shifting
Sunday, December 16, 2012
It all came back to him now. Like
Sinatra, Pippy had lived
a life that’s full—minus a few women.
the Kool Kup’s Karaoke Night.
Highlighted by Yocko’s girlfriend,
Big Boobs Gladys, as he
sings of travelling each and every highway:
“Yeah, on your knees!”
This proves chief zinger among many.
Yocko has already chimed in with “Your way? Everybody
else’s, more like!”
Even Silent Lucy sings her little
parody in the space where
Pippy puts the mike down to sip a drink and light a
cigarette,
a la Frank. “Regrets, you’ve had a million!”
cares about what a buncha drunks thinks? Besides, it’s the
wrong crappy song for you.”
yourself a target.”
Labels: character, criticism, drunk, Karaoke, My Way, Sinatra
Saturday, December 15, 2012
Intellect Empty as Faith
But you can photograph
and enumerate
murdered children. Append
pathological notes. What
ultimately descends are
moral splinters forever
moving away from
your hand.
Labels: Connecticut, faith, guns, intellect, mass murder, morality, murdered children, Newtown
Friday, December 14, 2012
Least Stage
“Oh Rensselaer!
You’re so polytechnic!”
Thus was I defamed
among his lesser turns.
I wanted him killed off in
The Great War, but our frame
proved skirmish only,
where many were chosen
but few called
to any duty save
money grubbing.
Necessary always though
hardly the stuff
of Romantic Legend.
We died,
and that’s always a moment,
but I’d be hard
put delineating others.
Labels: regret, romantic, Wall Street
Thursday, December 13, 2012
to our suburban development,
we expect slow acceptance.
Practically immediate. Helped
they’re social, running Bean-
bag Toss in our yearly fete,
doing mucho driving for
Little League and Pop Warner.
Most instrumental in Safe Prom Night.
Insuring our boys and girls not mangled
in booze-stinking sedans. Capper arrives
when they’re invited by holdout Neanderthals
the ultimate capper: They come out
as Conservative Republicans! “Oy!”
exclaims Mac Murphy, and “Begorrah!”
appends Sid Cohen. Democratic Co-Chairs.
Labels: acceptance of gays, Democrat, gay, neighborhood, Republican, social
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
The Conversation
-Howsit goin, Jim Crow?
-Worse than it was.
-Well, when that Natural Rhythm kicks
in...!
-We’ve grown tired of that. And all
the
touchdowns and dunks. Like there's nothing
else
we can do!
-We admire you people tremendously!
-Then why extract the vote?
-Demographics is all. Politics
demands some
raw things! You do what you hafta do!--
a phrase
you've used yourself.
-Out of desperation or impotence.
-Can’t be the latter with you bucks, nosiree!
-Comfort me with apples for I am sick
of love.
-All the fuckin apples y'want!
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Labels: Jim Crow, Republican vote suppression, vote suppression, voting
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
“Entitlements”
Security, Medicare,
need some tinkering
to sustain. Quite difficult
to see much
in the fog of
a war thrust
forth by Wealth &
its hired guns plus
hissing troglodytes
Labels: entitlement, medicare, Republican, Social Security, wealth
