Thursday, February 28, 2013
Dopes and Crabapples
Another automatic law
clicks in. Sequester.
Parties can't confer
to do it sensibly.
There seems to be
principles. Uh huh?
There’s also Statecraft.
Your trade. What you
were elected for. Not
the applause of
ideological jerkoffs.
Only remedy, citizens
chosen by lot to govern.
“Oh God, we'll end up with
dopes and crabapples!”
Like, now is better?
Labels: governance, lunatic fringe, parties, pure democracy, Sequester
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
Jocko
blogged for a political site but was more
a reporter from the untidy 1930s.
A fiscal conservative and social libertine,
he exhibited the latter role by getting
drunk nightly.
Always capped the evening off with a speech,
and regular people would linger for this moment.
Barflies remained anyway–to severely criticize it after.
One night he got nabbed by cellphone camera.
How a small jewelry shop owner got ruined by the IRS
immediately went almost viral on the net. Now it
had been one of his few peripatetic efforts, and he
finally collapsed against cases of Capt O’Bell’s
India Pale.
His followers in the storeroom chanced to block the photographer,
who thus missed that crashing finish.
Owner Bart quipped “First time that shit moved!”
Phone call from Republican election guy in
a brace of noons.
"We want you to run for something. You’re all over
the TV!"
"Yeah? What?"
"Any fuckin thing."
"But I was drunk!"
"So? You got edge. At the present we have
bookkeepers and accountants who double-
majored in Boring and Stealing."
"I won't hear about them this way. They’re patriots!"
"Well give ‘em a flag. I’m here to win elections!"
blogged for a political site but was more
a reporter from the untidy 1930s.
A fiscal conservative and social libertine,
he exhibited the latter role by getting
drunk nightly.
Always capped the evening off with a speech,
and regular people would linger for this moment.
Barflies remained anyway–to severely criticize it after.
One night he got nabbed by cellphone camera.
How a small jewelry shop owner got ruined by the IRS
immediately went almost viral on the net. Now it
had been one of his few peripatetic efforts, and he
finally collapsed against cases of Capt O’Bell’s
India Pale.
His followers in the storeroom chanced to block the photographer,
who thus missed that crashing finish.
Owner Bart quipped “First time that shit moved!”
Phone call from Republican election guy in
a brace of noons.
"We want you to run for something. You’re all over
the TV!"
"Yeah? What?"
"Any fuckin thing."
"But I was drunk!"
"So? You got edge. At the present we have
bookkeepers and accountants who double-
majored in Boring and Stealing."
"I won't hear about them this way. They’re patriots!"
"Well give ‘em a flag. I’m here to win elections!"
Labels: blog, boring, Conservative, drunk, election, Libertine, politics, stealing, TV
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
Conservative
So much of Dreyfus could be remedied, but not the Jew-part.
Zola could accuse all he wanted, but the vicious core in
everything resists forever.
Against his case still, how many later went to Vichy
for the anti-Semite waters? Aiding the transport
of undesirables as post-bath afterthought.
That was then. And Christian. Now, if Jewish, don’t
find yourself fork-lifted into a furnace in the name of
all that’s Decent.
Labels: anti-Semitic, Christian, Dreyfus, France, Jew, Vichy
Monday, February 25, 2013
Senator
-House wants A, we want B, President wants C.
-Then compromise would be ABC.
-You’d think, but a brand new idea emerging.
-Isn’t that rare?
-Snow in Key West.
Labels: compromise, creativity, House, Key West, senate
Sunday, February 24, 2013
The Cable Box
Chullie tried the softer boot for the Cisco 89446a-U.
Volume -+ and Info all pressed at the same time.
Ryna felt it would straighten itself out, ever the lazy optimist,
but Chullie missed The Children The Children.
Especially Lorna, who, though villainous to most,
lodged in his heart.
Nothing doing, so he got Ryna on the cell. He wanted her
to hear the hard boot, yanking the power plug and
watching the Cisco run through its reconfiguration.
-I'm pulling it...now!
–Let's hope. I know you haven't heard the latest:
actors on certain shows can vote viewers off.
-Old wives tale.
-Oh? Your vixeny Lorna is the prime suspect.
The box quit at V-434.
-Oh God! that's the vote-off code!
Squealing, she.
-You positive?
-My girlfriend Melody hasn't stopped crying.
Chullie began, at duplicitous Lorna's betrayal.
And Ryna’s incomprehensible glee:
-I have you all to myself now.
Chullie tried the softer boot for the Cisco 89446a-U.
Volume -+ and Info all pressed at the same time.
Ryna felt it would straighten itself out, ever the lazy optimist,
but Chullie missed The Children The Children.
Especially Lorna, who, though villainous to most,
lodged in his heart.
Nothing doing, so he got Ryna on the cell. He wanted her
to hear the hard boot, yanking the power plug and
watching the Cisco run through its reconfiguration.
-I'm pulling it...now!
–Let's hope. I know you haven't heard the latest:
actors on certain shows can vote viewers off.
-Old wives tale.
-Oh? Your vixeny Lorna is the prime suspect.
The box quit at V-434.
-Oh God! that's the vote-off code!
Squealing, she.
-You positive?
-My girlfriend Melody hasn't stopped crying.
Chullie began, at duplicitous Lorna's betrayal.
And Ryna’s incomprehensible glee:
-I have you all to myself now.
Labels: cable TV, Cisco, relationship, soap opera
Saturday, February 23, 2013
Trip
For Boston we rent
a car, skip Amtrak run.
Sit next to Drama Queen.
(Even still, residual trembling.)
When home I squeeze
the wife! Won’t let go.
She yells "I know you! What
the hell have you done?"
For Boston we rent
a car, skip Amtrak run.
Sit next to Drama Queen.
(Even still, residual trembling.)
When home I squeeze
the wife! Won’t let go.
She yells "I know you! What
the hell have you done?"
Labels: business, Drama Queen, marriage
Friday, February 22, 2013
Mike and Gladys-Ann Discuss Morality
-He was our little-boy leader. And one day,
stole the last cookie. When his parents confronted
him he put on his famous face of sheer guilt.
-And from that seed...?
-The Chevvy Gang. Drove aimlessly for hours
and then hung out in McDonald's parking lot.
-So? Teen Nothing. Who hasn't experienced it?
Where's the hook to this bland story?
-I don't know. How 'bout his present domicile?
Death Row. Quentin.
-That could be serious.
-Eventually. Anyway, drug killing.
-How marvelous of him to exemplify what
full-of-shit adults warned us of. How the
pettiest misstep early would lead to heinous
crime.
-Evil has steps, as does morality.
-When Marx heard morality in connection to
the obedient bourgeois we all are, he burst
out laughing.
-That's why he's Marx. Rest of us cope.
Labels: crime, guilt, Marx, morality, teen
Thursday, February 21, 2013
Government By Crisis
pinballs citizens
‘tween ringing bumpers.
Repubs relish the game
since it shows up Dems
as fumbling bumblers.
Dems as fey in painting GOP
as icily manipulative, gloatingly
full of themselves.
In our family, Uncle Rory flails with-
in the moment, always in revision.
Whereas Uncle Bud engorges like a tick
and is overdue for prison.
No trick who's loved.
Labels: Democrat; Republican, Government By Crisis, pinball.GOP.crisis
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
The True Believer
cannot stomach
contrary lummoxes.
Their Song-and-Dance
Proxies' inane patter
shakes loose toxins
to the general air,
causing dysentery.
Labels: opinion, proxy, toxic, true believer
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
Time
Libertarians should strike
its tyranny. The rest of us in
default submission to tiny
blocks on calendars
or insistent programs
from irritating computers.
Thus be in such and such place
at such and such time or suf-
fer manifold consequences for
violating the Coordinates God.
Why not say meet me under
the big busted clock,
or by the statue
of Whatisface, one?
And leave the hour blank?
Thus communicate the details
telepathically. How will that work?
Better than now? Something must.
Labels: appointment, Coordinates God, Libertarian, time, tyranny
Monday, February 18, 2013
“Not So Super Mario”
The name hung on him
by the Irish woman,
also here to learn the new
series of switches.
He shunned her, a bitch,
pure and simple, who cut
all for even innocent takes.
During the Super Bowl frenzy
he wore a Baltimore jersey.
Only he and Group’s basic
“Drama Queen” did so.
From something this silly,
a bond formed and they,
despite warnings, dated.
She couldn’t fathom his
fascination for what she
called soccer. “Like ballet
with the Prima Ballerina
shrieking in pain over
a hangnail.” He explained
that what she further labeled
Academy Award! was similar
to her frequent protestations
for justice and equity.
Didn’t wash, so he gave up.
His attention seized,
anyway, by her performances
bordering on egregious. Such
disturbed others; he simply repeated
to her how lovely she was in everything.
When it grows time to leave,
she floats following him, now
loses that idea quickly without
his really weighing in.
Back in Bolzano, how her emails flood!
Then hop, diminish, and stop.
Two old uncles visit. They have found
a bride for him. He thanks them, but de-
tails how such rituals have truly lost force
in such a cosmopolitan area. But
certainly they will meet!–out of
respect for their love and position.
The photo shows her to be pretty.
And reserved. That proves
the clincher finally.
The name hung on him
by the Irish woman,
also here to learn the new
series of switches.
He shunned her, a bitch,
pure and simple, who cut
all for even innocent takes.
During the Super Bowl frenzy
he wore a Baltimore jersey.
Only he and Group’s basic
“Drama Queen” did so.
From something this silly,
a bond formed and they,
despite warnings, dated.
She couldn’t fathom his
fascination for what she
called soccer. “Like ballet
with the Prima Ballerina
shrieking in pain over
a hangnail.” He explained
that what she further labeled
Academy Award! was similar
to her frequent protestations
for justice and equity.
Didn’t wash, so he gave up.
His attention seized,
anyway, by her performances
bordering on egregious. Such
disturbed others; he simply repeated
to her how lovely she was in everything.
When it grows time to leave,
she floats following him, now
loses that idea quickly without
his really weighing in.
Back in Bolzano, how her emails flood!
Then hop, diminish, and stop.
Two old uncles visit. They have found
a bride for him. He thanks them, but de-
tails how such rituals have truly lost force
in such a cosmopolitan area. But
certainly they will meet!–out of
respect for their love and position.
The photo shows her to be pretty.
And reserved. That proves
the clincher finally.
Labels: arranged marriage, Drama Queen, Irish, Italian, office, soccer, Super Mario, tradition
Sunday, February 17, 2013
Living Together in Housekeeping
-So, how is sin working out?
-Splendidly. We were on our way to a record...
-When...?
-Something fell in the closet.
-Ah, the moment of mystery! What, mid accumulated junk,
could it be?
-Never found out, but we cleaned out the blasted thing
for three hours!
-Never knew that about her. Neat-freak of the highest order?
-Not a tenth of it. I mean there’s no category high enough
for her. Later she found speck of dust in a kitchen cup and...
-Let me guess. Six hours?
-Two solid days!
-So the back burners are immaculate, and sex has been placed upon them.
-Now she’s started on me, who naively thought the
après la passion shower to be sexy?
-She...?
-just about scrubbed my skin off.!
-How about between hanky and panky and housekeeping
and intensest personal hygiene? What do you lovebirds do?
-Why we rhett up!
-That’s Pennsylvania Dutch! You’re Catholics!
-She was a waitress in some tourist trap around Lancaster.
They had to learn all the cutesy-pootsey expressions.
Plus actually neatening up the dump in slack times.
-Man but you do smell of soap! I thought an Ivory Truck
had exploded nearby.
-Never mind all that! There’s an impasse to deal with,
a puzzle, a conundrum, a...
-Call it what you will. When are you two announcing
The Banns?
-Like, I wanna talk to some priest and get scalded
for fornication?
-Yes, but don’t forget extra credit for cleanliness.
Bible big on that! Anyway, carry missal in your pocket.
Impress the horny old fart.
-You’re of no use!-–pouring water on a drowning man.
-That’s Holy Water. But let’s just be a little modern and daring this time--unlike our stodgy friends. The whole wedding party dressed as pirates?
-Yeah? What’ll she be?
-Why Black Bart of course!
Labels: Banns, clean, housekeeping, neat, neat freak, relationship, sex
Saturday, February 16, 2013
Tour de France
Jeanne, in her final fit, leaves with Roger. Maurice gets
a village girl for the baby.
Coincident with this arrangement in the close farmhouse,
one thing eventually leads etc.
Ceases upon Jeanne’s return after two months, her ardor
for lover now ice.
Pauline back to her parents, therefore. Where one bright
afternoon she observes Roger’s leg and waves.
He will lean his bicycle against a dappling sycamore
for a chat light as air.
Labels: flirtation, French, love triangle, Tour de France
Friday, February 15, 2013
What’s the Use of Television?
You produce the same derision
heading to ballgame or date or rally
all powdered up. We can’t all be on all
the time. Skip incipient fame for spiked
Mulligan Stew with your raucous buddies
and their wildly irrepressible whores.
Seek no more to be Lana
Turnered in the drugstore.
If we all get famous
nobody is.
Labels: fame, Lana Turner, television, TV
Thursday, February 14, 2013
Raw Comedians As Political Consultants
-Rubio not ready for prime time.
-Who cares? It’s early.
-Somebody said he looks like the future and
talks like your grandfather.
-Those are our core ideas. Throw them out you got freakin
peasant Democrat. Besides he can say them in Spanish.
-Another jambony says he should beCOME a Democrat.
For electability.
-Hey! Let them get their own spick! And his handlers falling
down already. He voted wrong on Violence Against
Women Act. You get one broad pissed...you never just
get one.
-Anyway, what’s coming up the pike someday?
Both candidates talking Cam-bo-did-ee-on?
-Cam-bo-did-ee-on, huh? Your depth of ignorance inspires.
-Thank you. It’s my American Birthright.
Labels: Hispanic, Republican, Rubio, Spanish, TV, Violence Against Women, women
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
The Republican and the Reporter
-Got us a new spick and he’ll be President.
-How do you feel about that?
-Great! And the more the merrier. Throw in Chinamen and Jews and Afro-Bafros while we’re at it.
-Is it okay I label you ignorant in my article?
-Be proud!
Labels: Afro, ethnic, prejudice, President, Republican
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
Marketing
“Look! We got the old farts thoroughly confused.
This plan and that, this or that deductible.
Now we’re following through with a thumping
brochure to every one of them! Very colorful,
plus newspapers and TV, and, of course,
a continuous flow of crap on the internet.
We’re gonna win most of these dithering
prospects, but it’s debatable whether all
the tons of advertising helps or hurts us.
It’s the guys and girls we got to close the deal
gives us the edge. Many have been ministers
or priests or rabbis, so they know how to appear
gentle and thoughtful while shoveling the shit.”
Labels: health insurance, health plans, Healthcare, marketing
Monday, February 11, 2013
To Your Painstaking Explication
he spits “Freedom!”
Meaning his. Yours
in the abstract,
or absent, or
preferably, extracted
by him.
Labels: freedom, intolerance, Right Wing
Sunday, February 10, 2013
A History of Facial Listening
After marrying the most intellectual woman in
Ryer’s Falls, day-dreamy Hillis got lectured.
He frequently lost the thread
but survived with judicious nods and uh huhs.
Mostly. When she demanded more, he swung
the hammer but it floated by the nail.
Many years later, Plumber Okay Marris told
live-in, Mizbeth, “Sit on the toilet in that
new bathroom when they’re out somewheres
and the pipes still speak in sentences.”
She answered the way she did to everything.
“And the farmer took another load away!”
Whatever resonances Ruthie imparted
to inanimate appliances dissipated af-
ter her shocking heart attack and death.
Eventually, Hillis stayed at the Holiday Inn, let-
ling Bill Radis of Radis Reality unload the place.
A bit of haunting had indeed occurred
as Hillis remembered her final words:
“You haven’t listened to a thing
in all these years.”
“I drifted through college,” he told her,
“You educated me.”
Now in Boca, he doesn’t have to say much:
Big Noises from Winnetka tromboning daily.
But he’s missed one morning three
years later as regular, bemused
witness at the association’s bocci game.
Player Lou Onofrio pounds on his door,
and then gets Manager Ricardo to open it.
EM tech P. Wells will tell apprentice
Jilly, “You see that face? Its
vacancy? Second case I’ve been at.
He vagued himself to death!”
Jilly will laugh “That’s not a diagnosis
according to my textbook, though
the boyfriend’s heading there with
whatever wrong drug of the week.
He’s stony-eyed and vaguely discontented--
like our victim. (Her father continuously quo-
ted old songs.) So...what the hell! Rest
in Peace, Mr Hillis Whatsyourface!”
After marrying the most intellectual woman in
Ryer’s Falls, day-dreamy Hillis got lectured.
He frequently lost the thread
but survived with judicious nods and uh huhs.
Mostly. When she demanded more, he swung
the hammer but it floated by the nail.
Many years later, Plumber Okay Marris told
live-in, Mizbeth, “Sit on the toilet in that
new bathroom when they’re out somewheres
and the pipes still speak in sentences.”
She answered the way she did to everything.
“And the farmer took another load away!”
Whatever resonances Ruthie imparted
to inanimate appliances dissipated af-
ter her shocking heart attack and death.
Eventually, Hillis stayed at the Holiday Inn, let-
ling Bill Radis of Radis Reality unload the place.
A bit of haunting had indeed occurred
as Hillis remembered her final words:
“You haven’t listened to a thing
in all these years.”
“I drifted through college,” he told her,
“You educated me.”
Now in Boca, he doesn’t have to say much:
Big Noises from Winnetka tromboning daily.
But he’s missed one morning three
years later as regular, bemused
witness at the association’s bocci game.
Player Lou Onofrio pounds on his door,
and then gets Manager Ricardo to open it.
EM tech P. Wells will tell apprentice
Jilly, “You see that face? Its
vacancy? Second case I’ve been at.
He vagued himself to death!”
Jilly will laugh “That’s not a diagnosis
according to my textbook, though
the boyfriend’s heading there with
whatever wrong drug of the week.
He’s stony-eyed and vaguely discontented--
like our victim. (Her father continuously quo-
ted old songs.) So...what the hell! Rest
in Peace, Mr Hillis Whatsyourface!”
Labels: Boca Raton, intellectual, marriage, retirement, talkative, vague
Saturday, February 09, 2013
Out of Town Buyer
had to knock it off
with the women.
Doc said.
Prostate Cancer.
Advanced stage.
No skin from my teeth.
Sick of getting these
jombonies “dates.”
had to knock it off
with the women.
Doc said.
Prostate Cancer.
Advanced stage.
No skin from my teeth.
Sick of getting these
jombonies “dates.”
Labels: buyer, prostate cancer, retail
Friday, February 08, 2013
Rascal Ranch
“These two again!” From
the one detective. Other
doesn’t look surprised.
“Primitive-ass setup,” he shrugs.
“Last time was all class.” In the car
the first turns small-talky, but
Herk and Evey aren’t biting.
Then he calls her Crystal and
him Meth. Cop wit.
Children mentioned. Gabby spills
“They’re with Grandparents.” So
clear to Herk who ratted them out,
her folks, the “Citizens.” She remains
clueless, sitting like a toy.
His people know better, having been
inside. A good bit back, of course.
Presently they ride horses
in parades. Beautifully embroidered
shirts announcing Rascal Ranch.
“These two again!” From
the one detective. Other
doesn’t look surprised.
“Primitive-ass setup,” he shrugs.
“Last time was all class.” In the car
the first turns small-talky, but
Herk and Evey aren’t biting.
Then he calls her Crystal and
him Meth. Cop wit.
Children mentioned. Gabby spills
“They’re with Grandparents.” So
clear to Herk who ratted them out,
her folks, the “Citizens.” She remains
clueless, sitting like a toy.
His people know better, having been
inside. A good bit back, of course.
Presently they ride horses
in parades. Beautifully embroidered
shirts announcing Rascal Ranch.
Labels: crystal meth, meth, ranch, West
Thursday, February 07, 2013
The Song For Making Water
-The old men ask the gods for a stronger stream.
-WHILE you’re...? Strange.
-Not to us. We chant or sing though everything.
-So if I walk through the village, I’ll hear...?
-Constantly. In the morning the young men.
-Bragging of course.
-How they destroy rocks with their peeing!
-Makes me laugh, who has to keep up potency in
all areas. With a young wife.
-Our elders would never allow such a marriage.
The young should be like an explosion!
And the old, together in gentle farting.
-Not yet.
-You say, but the gods decide!
(sings)
Life is heaven-sent.
Beg them to relent
if you dearly wish,
But gods have made the dish
already.
-Not much for you to know then. The gods handle everything.
-Why we‘re so happy!
-The old men ask the gods for a stronger stream.
-WHILE you’re...? Strange.
-Not to us. We chant or sing though everything.
-So if I walk through the village, I’ll hear...?
-Constantly. In the morning the young men.
-Bragging of course.
-How they destroy rocks with their peeing!
-Makes me laugh, who has to keep up potency in
all areas. With a young wife.
-Our elders would never allow such a marriage.
The young should be like an explosion!
And the old, together in gentle farting.
-Not yet.
-You say, but the gods decide!
(sings)
Life is heaven-sent.
Beg them to relent
if you dearly wish,
But gods have made the dish
already.
-Not much for you to know then. The gods handle everything.
-Why we‘re so happy!
Labels: Anthropology, chanting, gods, old, singing, young
Wednesday, February 06, 2013
The Republicans Have a Plan
in ever further deference
to their grasping Masters,
to trim your teeny slice of
pie.
Thank the Economic God
that’s probably enough.
Nefarious schemes abound in
numerous covens, but odds
remain rosy for many
are culled but few are hosen
this completely.
Labels: Economics, GOP, pie, Republican, wealth
Tuesday, February 05, 2013
Conservative Beset By Usual
-All this shit about poverty! This humongous government
program and that one bleeding decent people dry! I say let the churches handle
it.
-Where can the atheists go?
-Hey! Them I say fuck altogether!
Labels: athiest, Conservative, government program, poverty, taxes
Monday, February 04, 2013
There Will Always Be
“No sex please! We’re British.”
Contrast with wartime by
infamous walls: Give
it a go,
Yank! Your mum won’t
know.
Then there’s The English Disease.
With theme and variation quite
enveloping politest society
through top layers. Not thought so
pathological in this day, though
very much the stuff
of Historical Empire
after the Romans.
Labels: Empiire, English Disease, English sex.Romans, Victorian, wartime
Sunday, February 03, 2013
Damaged Goods Party
Not a dry eye in the condo when Exhibit A finished.
She had indeed been crushed, and now most of the
men wanted to marry her.
Exhibit B tried for the same piano keys, but brusquely,
hit or miss. We concluded her present tragic life had
taken on the grim and spastic melody it deserved.
Exhibit C was all mouth and revolt, excoriating anything
in trousers. We told her she missed the revolution by
taking so long to fix her face.
Exhibit D opted out for reasons of her own. I thereupon
asked her to be a good little girl and fetch me a gin and tonic.
Labels: experience, men, roles, sexism, tragedy, women
Saturday, February 02, 2013
The Village Lovie-Dovies
Nick couldn’t look. They were giggling and
throwing snowballs at each other, then
collapsing into a snowbank and wrestling.
He was busy at the cash register with
old Reverend Rack, who held King
Charles Spaniel, Schopenhauer, under his parka.
“Those two have been at it for years!”--
while bagging the minster’s Danish,and the Quaker Oatmeal for his wife.
Rack sipped the steaming coffee, breaking,
though, to pronounce “That kind of silly stuff can’t last much longer.”
Didn’t. Couple hit a tree while sledding down
icy Merchant’s Hill that dark afternoon.
Newly-minted pastor, Lucy, handled the funeral
as “an example of undying
love for us all.”
Rack drove to Florida that morning with Schopenhauer. Dorothy refused to go.
‘
Labels: Cavalier King Charles, Florida, horseplay, love, winter
Friday, February 01, 2013
Can’t-Win Hand
To avoid a roiling primary
war, the once-stylish Re-
publican bends so
far down to kiss
Tea Party ass that he
defines despicable
even moreso to them.
Labels: primary;Republican, tea party
