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,
Lazy? Give bean counters
fewer beans, foul addiction.
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?”
Saturday, December 29, 2012
“But what do I know?”
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.
And yes, the little pop-up arrogance
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.
Thursday, December 27, 2012
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.
Wednesday, December 26, 2012
When one door closes
Cal was reassured
by religion and
lore. He purchased house
with many rooms, where
doors constantly slam
due to powerful drafts.
Nothing opens them
unless he does, or wife
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.
Tuesday, December 25, 2012
Up to Here
Stringing ennui furthertowards its rancid terminal.
Let’s grab another train.It’s time.
For the addict the fix
is all of life. Why it’s
called addiction. Myquarrel with films depicting
endless runs of subtlety toacquire, then absorb, shit.
Stringing ennui further
Let’s grab another train.
Monday, December 24, 2012
Not much up till then,
he goes all in.
But refused cards. “That
truly settles it,” he insists,
“Startling Revelation Depart-
ment,” sneers dealer.
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.
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
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 moreattention, be especially polite to paranoids
you may discover secreting among us.
No mystery who they are, though, for
they announce themselves on radio.
Friday, December 21, 2012
Short History of a Foreign Place
After the final convulsion, the king fled.
There followed a series of emperors, each more
decadent than the last. Culminating with one
enamored of the circus, who tried to make
the nation into one, literally.
The girls felt pretty in their spangled tights, and
the men shot from canons, despite singed eyebrows,
enjoyed the trip.
But the clowns got guns.
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.
Can we afford to counter
alongside such spent horses
as Land of Free and
Home of Brave, the eternal
American question forever soars:
How much justice can you afford?
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
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.
Monday, December 17, 2012
O look! It fits
matrix or curve!
emits math boy
or girl. Uh huh?
Fits nothing but, new-
can destroy theory.
And, even, you.
Sunday, December 16, 2012
Singing About Nothing
It all came back to him now. Like Sinatra, Pippy had liveda 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.”
Saturday, December 15, 2012
Intellect Empty as Faith
But you can photograph
murdered children. Append
pathological notes. What
ultimately descends aremoral splinters forever
moving away from
Friday, December 14, 2012
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
Necessary always though
hardly the stuff
of Romantic Legend.
and that’s always a moment,
but I’d be hard
put delineating others.
Thursday, December 13, 2012
When the Gay Couple Move In-
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.
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
-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!
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
Possible that Social
need some tinkering
to sustain. Quite difficult
to see much
in the fog of
a war thrust
forth by Wealth &
its hired guns plus