Wednesday, November 30, 2016
Micksey was nice.
So much so that an attesting certificate--
all gold leaf, would not be out of place
on her efficiency wall.
Jean, leader of the pack, attempted
wising her up re men.
"Don't worry. I grew up with brothers
pulling on it morning noon and night.
So, I know sex."
Nor, really, did Charles. He dropped the
s in pronunciation, a la French.
So, an affectation. Let's not cast stones.
Anyway, equally as nice. One morning Georgie
and Melody woke to the sound of roto-tilling.
Charles doing the new garden plot at their
house. "I woke up early, so...why not?"
He was never mentioned without the adjective
What will you, alive, yet dead, in the ironic
frames of today, predict about these heroic
They toughen up in the terrific adjustment?
Uh uh. Become, instead, nasty as catshit!
Everybody avoided them.
Enter Dixie and Hal, dewy innocents.
Tuesday, November 29, 2016
Annals of Daily Wear
I remember everyone beautifully dressed.
The uniforms exquisitely tailored.
Even the Jew when he left his apartment
and we screamed JEW! had a carefully-
Monday, November 28, 2016
-You’re the man who reached for the
-Sometimes they don’t put them out, but
your horse goes by so fast!...and sometimes
you have an up-and-down one too. Makes it
real hard when they do, but you grab!
Snatch best you can!
-Usually rings made of lead. But...I have
gotten a few gold. Very few.
-And at quite a cost?
-Well, end of a career approaching. How do
Sunday, November 27, 2016
Caesar Is Stabbed in Rome
The UMass people of the West
had done well, and Doc, Pharmacy
80, was pleased to help defray
the costs of bringing the basketball
team to play University of Montana.
He invited Rudge and Charlie, and
picked them up early at their planetarium.
Actually a narrow two-story addition to
the dusty rancher.
There, first, to watch a still of the night sky,
and hear the recorded voice of Charlie,
a Full-Brooded Crow, very slowly announce
“The night sky when Caesar stabbed in Rome.”
“Just lovely!” Doc whispered later in the Ford
Expedition. His compliments were always
Unknown to them, Charlie’s voice continued,
since Rudge forgot to switch off the sound.
So Caesar kept being stabbed in Rome...
No one in the alley to hear about it.
Saturday, November 26, 2016
-You fell directly onto
your face. The wonder is
no broken bones here.
-I don’t understand: most
people use their hands to...
-Was dancing. Hobby.
-Transporting never on my
med school agenda.
Friday, November 25, 2016
Just the one business in the valley.
And the career ladder had only
Affable Joey got near the last one,
but his wife blocked him.
You never walked by their apartment
without hearing laughter.
Thursday, November 24, 2016
Kevin and Kevin
We’re a hetero couple having
the same name.
We write about our gang.
Only a few seniors in the gang,
and they speak glibly of death.
“I’ll be pushing up daisies by then!”
“When I got outa my car, the door
hit a guy in black carrying a sickle.
Convinced him got the wrong guy.
Won’t work next time!”
More of the same. Not clever,
Doc Andy says they’re really scared.
A Podiatrist, and the feet far away
from the brain, we know, but...he
Lutzy decided! Moderate version
of the Hallelujah Chorus please.
Stow that since he as quickly
His partner, Mark, going bananas
in this regard.
What the hell! Some of us brood
to produce an uncertain egg,
others talk...and talk...and talk...and...
Monette obsesses about Cancer.
She knows she has it though all
tests negative, and googles its
various forms and treatments daily.
"In Montreal , now they have a
huge machine that...chemo,
Oh well! All of it.
Her boyfriend, Murph-Mo runs limos
He transported the latest boy
band last week and bought her
She's already worried about
Little Jimmy who wears a sweater
in all their pictures because he’s
Maybe she'll knit him a warmer one.
Her obsession may be switching.
Turtle Neck. Icelandic Fisherman’s
It's not brain surgery.
Wednesday, November 23, 2016
The Invention of Politics
The being found in the hidden Andes cave,
had a stab wound in the back which probably
caused his death.
Probably inflicted by a jagged rock “dagger.”
Tuesday, November 22, 2016
-I’ll hafta see what I think I think.
-That’s Synesthesia! You don’t
actually SEE your thinking.
You can feel it, though.
Hmmm, I guess THAT’S syn...
-I hafta feel what I think I feel? Or...?
-How much would you take to go away?
Monday, November 21, 2016
-This Senator called a black
lawyer “Boy” when a judge.
Once upon a time! Does that
make him an unrelenting
-I don't buy it. He could belong
to a poker club where he regularly
plays with black guys, and they rib
the shit outa each other on race.
-That's not enough to extract the
-The fish is in the water, and the
water is in the fish.
-Oh? And what the hell does that mean?
-If the shoe fits...
-Enough with the proverbs! They're as
lousy a guide as anything!
-We're liberals and yet a lot of intolerance
has seeped in.
-I'm not responsible for seepage. I just do
the best I can.
-Nothing ever is. It's a curse and fuck it!
-Heart for every fate!
-I'm warning you!
Sunday, November 20, 2016
The Man Left with the Woman
called The Cripple.
They walked eccentrically until encountering
Who screamed at the blinding vibration of them.
One set of feet then clattered down the metal stairs to the outside.
Sheriff eventually flipped his notebook closed.
“Merged, huh? This is precinct for Weed!”
Saturday, November 19, 2016
-Is it Fascism yet?
-You always ask that under
-Their love! Law und Order,
Crack Some Skulls. Make
America grate again! G-r-a...
-Don’t spell it! And, thereby,
The One-Percent super
-Both parties strive there–-
called “Reaching for the
-Will you be brought in
for questioning and never
again heard from?
-Promise you'll remember me!
-It it's allowed. Didn’t Hamlet say
words to your effect?
-Why he’ll be forbidden.
-What happened to Reagan’s
Shining City on the Hill?
-Shines tried climbing up to it.
Friday, November 18, 2016
-I like the women in Perry Mason. All trussed up
in mannish suits, yet radiating sex!
-You mean unlike the Technicolor Slatterns of today?
-You’re saying it, not me. Besides, there are male
-We call them Pigs!
Thursday, November 17, 2016
Krill and Moe
-Let us speak of the American Economic Miracle!
-Where the entirely crooked businessman breaks no laws?
-When he dies they’ll screw him into the ground!
-Saving, thus, casket price? You’re just jealous.
-I’ve missed many thieving opportunities.
-Your loss is my pain.
Wednesday, November 16, 2016
Face to Meet the World
-Went to Publix for article
I thought about half the week.
Then, forgot to buy it!
-Who doesn't? Trivial. Ever do
the same in real life?
-It's why Veronica married Stephan
and not me.
-Are they happy?
-And would've she and you been...?
-Don't you think your central problem,
besides vulgarity, is attitude?
Tuesday, November 15, 2016
Pops recognizes nobody visiting
Until he decides everyone, male and
female is Oswit Krelle, the veteran
Indeed, he is also. And becomes more
animated in the process.
So, visiting at his bed, becomes Krelles
speaking to each other.
And, everyone catching the enthusiastic
fever, lots of pseudo drama and kidding.
When the doctors and nurses take it really
over the top, in costume, you’d think the whole
participation would get old.
But, not the case.
Pops eventually ceases being Krelle, and an hour
later, the actual Krelle dies suddenly at a Hollywood diner, choking on “steak” gristle.
Immediately after, Pops meets him in the “Tunnel,”which he had taken in his strange mind to visit.
Krelle quite amused at so many imitating him.
“I was minor. Makes me feel major.”
Pops tells him that he’s thinking of being a serial
killer next, but Krelle thought he’d lose the fun
of it that way.
Soon after, Pops dies, drifting away in quiet sleep
The young doctors and nurses thought about kind
of Halloweening the memorial service, but
Dr Warren Hartz, Superintendent, warned them
Monday, November 14, 2016
Tea in Aleppo
-That last mortar round made a nice fire for us.
Pull up a piece of ruin and sit down.
-Will this new president kill us?
-What’s more certain when the old one
-This new one hates us on the spot!
-Look around you! Avenues of Mayhem!
He’s just another form of modern clarity!
Sunday, November 13, 2016
Family and the
Sorting Out Process
Finally, Grandpa: “Look! We’re all a
little bit crazy, but we don’t hafta be
mean about it.”
Got us all to apologize...for the big stuff,
the bitter stuff.
“I swear, this family!” Delilah sobbed.
“This fuckin family!”
She’s the one studying to be a nun.
Saturday, November 12, 2016
Rita claimed: I’m exhausted! I am TOTALLY
Rodney laughed that “You’re always totally
exhausted.” Asked Mac how he lived with her.
“Carefully. But best is crying a full hour at the
“Next day she’s really wound up to DO something!”
“Purgation!” Rodney pontificated.
“I AM!” Rita answers Mac, reminding both men, too, the conversation’s about her.
“Some of the burden YOU shoulder here!”--
Rodney half-kidding Mac.
Friday, November 11, 2016
The Light Side of Dangerous Times
I give Lucyanne all the credit.
Her sexiness. Brought in Otto,
wide between the ears and shoulders,
but a special talent.
Not in the lovemaking area, but she
can learn him that.
What he's good at is food riots.
Last time he come home with Institutional
Size Pepperidge Farms Cookies!
Grandpa grabbed off the double fudges, so
it was double fudge in, triple fudge out!
That's our family! Can't get far without
Thursday, November 10, 2016
The Legal Compact
with the Confederate Army finished,
I, the slave of a Deacon, was given the
agreed-upon stipend, and, as a bonus,
my own slave.
He will not malinger, nor miss Church.
Wednesday, November 09, 2016
The Person Who Listened to Experts
Now observes his chortling opponents
laying in more salt.
They may never get beyond rubbing it in.
It is, and will be, a frenzy unending.
Until? They'll be dispatched for refusing
to do their actual job.
Their style pervading as it always has.
Tuesday, November 08, 2016
Chief knew what Mayor
was saying when he
laughed "Trim the herd!"
Darker portion thereof.
But now the new young
district to “hear” black and
Elect a liberal, get a mess!
Monday, November 07, 2016
Kendal's bunk very nearly
But it was warm in the gym
and the lights held as
the hurricane thrashed.
The cleanup extensive later,
they had to stay an extra day.
Was arranged that each
could have a shower in the
Girls locker room.
When Darley returned she wore
a fresh blouse printed with
"From the Civil Rights Struggle,"
she answered Kendal.
Sunday, November 06, 2016
Their Batting Average
Phoned the wrong girl for a date.
He wanted Cindy, a talky personality.
Then he could nod all evening, agreeing.
But he reached Mindy, a stone.
Well, she listened. His problem: the
Neanderthal politicians attempting
to hijack it! Not a scholar among
them! you’ll have no trouble believing.
Mindy would help him fight! All his
causes, in fact, became immediately
fierce to her! Pattern.
No kids...decided after the first very
very serious conversation–-on a weekend
away from the pressing social external.
She did talk thereafter, and over the years,
but not too much small stuff. Always to
Fast forward to Social Security! They did
a lot together. Battles!
Victories! Some lasting, most not.
Saturday, November 05, 2016
Moses come down from the mountain
to inform him.
-The world ends soon. But a new world.
With you in charge! Tell no one.
-They finally roust out “Moses”?
-That robe had a stink about it I couldn’t
-Precinct chipping in buy him a new one.
Friday, November 04, 2016
-I’m 100% digital now.
-What do you miss?
-Darkroom. Enlarging. All the dodging.
Particularly shaping my hands to block
or admit light.
-A ballet! Thing of beauty!
-Maybe it went to heaven.
-Nice idea! Heaven as the place of wonderful
-Let’s keep the purity.
Thursday, November 03, 2016
Defining Drama Queen
-We're more than a bit nervous,
but not Drama Queens.
-I don't like to be called anything
with Queen in it!
-Noted. Well then, let's coin a term:
Dramatics. Suitable for our sex,
and the fair one also.
-I feel like a Dramatic sometimes.
-All about you?
-I guess one likes to add color and
zip to the proceedings upon occasion.
-With a super dash of ego?
-That, too, of course.
-Life can get gray without Dramatics.
-So, let the worst of us overdraw it? Bully us
-It's...mostly gray now.
-Get more friends! Go to ballgames.
We live near Philly. Phillies,
Eagles, Sixers, Flyers form the
regional bellyache. Sports Radio
will extinguish your spare, lonely hours.
-Should...I marry again?
-Sixty-two percent. She'll bring problems,
-Must make sure she's not a Drama Queen!
-Oh, right. I'm glad we had this little chat.
It brought me absolutely nothing.
-What I'm here for.
Wednesday, November 02, 2016
a quaint western tale
Judge liked to open the warehouse
of certain mornings. To think.
His satellite office there deathly quiet
at 6 AM.
Not so, that Thursday when actual
cowboys cut the locks to the warehouse
gates to establish a shortcut getting
their cattle to the stockyard.
For some reason the driven beasts all let
go at the same time.
And the expression about the shit hitting
the fan held true.
Actually the fan running into Excelsior
Hair Products, covering Judge as a result.
Actually too, getting him to shriek as to
the end of the world.
For he was a Tribulationist, though
he thought the world would end in
unspeakable sin. Thus inevitable fire.
That the world might end first in shit,
and in a small Texas town chock-a-block
with churches...well, defied whatever logic
remained in the world.
Things, of course, went on the same half-
ass manner, but Judge, unconvinced, found
his way, with the help of his wife and children,
to the Colonel Parkham and Sons Rest Home.
There he belongs to a bible study group,
indeed the whole place is one.
“Well, the world has ended! But this
new one...!” he begins re Matthew 17 20.
Tuesday, November 01, 2016
The man who knew little else
often fell back on his
five favorite subjects.
Then one day he forgot
He didn't panic, having seen
similar in his older friends
at the diner.
Stayed in his room a week
and studied five new subjects.
Acutally, one wasn't new, but
he didn't know it.
Off to the diner, then with a sort of
unwritten diploma he granted himself.
He did well in disputes when he steered
the discussion to one of his expert areas.
Especially well in Baseball Statistics,
American League--no wonder, it was one
of his old subjects.
Lumpy Osgood, cameraman, heard him one
morning and told Hasgood Hetterly of
Good Morning Muncie!
Who had him on.
Now, Hasgood brought everything softly
around to sex–-this showbiz “edge” made
suitable to Hoosiers.
Impossible with our scholar since he knew
absolutely nothing in that area.
He threw out many baits but our chum
recited the batting averages of players of
“Don't ever tout me anyone like that again!”
Hasgood later cautioned Cameraman Lumpy.