Friday, March 31, 2017
The Cold or Whatever
Jack and Orkey
-You have one of those
symptomless colds that're
going around.
-Isn't feeling completely
awful a symptom?
-Uh? Could you refine things?
-I've developed a thoroughly
lousy relationship with my body!
-Indeed?
-Should I layer numbers in there
to enforce the pseudo accuracy
of today? Spread-Sheet anybody?
-Add cranky at any rate? Not necessary.
Lousy relationship I can understand.
Labels: cold, cold going around, cranky, lousy relationship, numbers, quantify, relationship, sick, workplace
Thursday, March 30, 2017
Reorganization X
Management: This just came down!
-Every department must do some innovation!
-Or fake it?
-If performed well.
-And if a department does nothing but its
usual appointed task?
-Sent the way of dead entities.
-And later sold? Into Slavery?
-They should be that lucky!
Labels: business, business practice, department, reorganization, Slavery
Wednesday, March 29, 2017
Descending
ing by. He
Labels: medical, operation, physical collapse, surgeon
Tuesday, March 28, 2017
A Company of Dead Ends
Linda designed the infamous Form 14E,
and turned down most efforts to fill it out.
An appointment with her then required.
A pleasant enough hour with chocolates,
in which she took one step by step.
And then accepted your effort aided by
the expert. How could she not?
Even the most obtuse sent chocolates after.
So, a sort of sweet circularity in a company
of dead ends.
Some of the younger men dated her subsequently.
How that went is anybody’s guess, but nothing
could detract from her legend.
Labels: business sense, chocolate, company legend, dead ends, HR, political behavior
Monday, March 27, 2017
Dirge of the Salesman
-The women tied up the airport
with Chief Complaint Day! So I
missed my appointment with
Old Man Tompkins and his kid.
-YOUR chief complaint?
-They got me fired last time.
Said I was a drunk.
-Were you?
-Went fake AA and Chubby Carl took
me back.
-And your record since?
-More misses than hits. More hangovers
than triumphs.
-Thinnest ice?
-You get used to it.
-By the way, what is the women's Chief
Compliant anyway?
-They're working up to it.
Labels: AA, demonstration, drunk, fired, salesman, women, women's rights
Sunday, March 26, 2017
Of Love, Possessed
-His arm perpetually around
my shoulder!
-Affection?
-Ownership.
-Is there a way...?
-Away! Him. You. Everybody.
Every damn thing!
-What will all that solve?
-My self!
-Temporarily maybe.
-I'll fight for every minute!
Labels: affection, being, friendship, love, overwhelmed, Ownership, self
Saturday, March 25, 2017
-She punches above her weight.
-Good Lord!
-Phys Ed, Volleyball Captain.
-And he?
-Round the same size. Anyway,
both give as much as they get.
-Disgraceful!
-I don't know. Their passion includes
violence. Birds of a feather.
-Passion and violence, or those two?
-The quartet.
-My advice for both? Go back to back and
then start walking and never stop.
-They wouldn't. Stubborn. Until they met
up again on this odd sphere. Then, one
word would lead to another...and mayhem.
-At any rate, please don't tell me they're
going to marry!
-Six months!
-Wrong for each other and the world!
-Who's to say?
-And when the babies start coming?
-They'll tone down the vicious act.
-Uh huh? And into middle age?
-Typical sweet suburban couple.
-I don't believe it!
-That's because you must start with some.
Labels: fighting couple, sex, sex and violence, violence
Friday, March 24, 2017
License and Restraint
Kreps and Mickey volunteered
to get the older folks to
the neighborhood picnic.
They arranged rides by
Mickey running a program
on his phone.
That took ten minutes, and
then the men for some reason
gravitated to violent sex.
Honest relationships were in the
air at that time, so both told
Cecily and Jeanne respectively.
The women shocked, the men insisted
one-and-done.
You'd think the shock would wear away,
but...well it might have, but the men
couldn’t keep their promise.
They have since moved in together.
Jeanne and Cecily facilitate each other.
The latter has stopped computer games,
and the former helps her to culture up instead.
Now, no more isolating and drugs, like
Emily Dickinson on Speed!
Instead, discussions re Jane Austin's novels.
Along that line, also, Cecily now goes out with
Dr Kelvin Morrisey, Brit Lit teacher.
Jeanne has become a performance artist, her group
lately taking over a neighborhood vegetable grocery
to scream feminist couplets at each other.
To the jabbering consternation of Hong and
Vera Lee, newish proprietors.
Well. Now. If the original men had restrained
themselves, two Chinese would be relatively
happy.
But! two Caucasian women have stopped
“chewing the cud.”
To use their agreed-upon description.
Employ your own cliche here. Life?
Urban Existence? Passing Parade?
Goddamn Fools?...these forms of
speech can run on much too far also.
Labels: computer games, Emily Dickinson, feminism, homosexual, Jane Austin, relationship
Thursday, March 23, 2017
The Irreverents
-This new boatload of crapheads
is chummy with the fuckin Russians!
-Why not? They’re going up the ass
of the Religious Right also.
-Cue squeals of delight!
-And lying in verses?
-But a tax break is coming! You’ll get
seventy bucks and Mr Gotrocks,
seven million.
-Injustice and Inequality!–-for all the
fancy words in the golden documents!
-This too will pass!
-Like constipation?
-Not yet.
-Nyet?
-This gang can't even shit straight!
Labels: ;Republican, election, inequality, injustice, Religious Right, Russia, tax break
Wednesday, March 22, 2017
Connections
Labels: Goebbels, lie, Nazi, propaganda, Trump, Truth
Tuesday, March 21, 2017
Questions and Allusions in Our Age
-What’s the New Love’s name?
-Dolores.
-Is she attached to a family also?
-Claymore. Dolores Claymore.
-That’s a land mine!
-You got THAT right!
Labels: Claymore, land mine, relationship, Romance, war
Monday, March 20, 2017
Example of a Man Who Didn’t Pay Off
or Amber Ways of Grim
When Clint’s retraining as a
Gelsurd Technician was finished,
he was immediately hired
by a firm refurbishing trashed
units to ship to Latvia.
That country being the only
place the game still being played.
Then, they gave up too.
Clint on Unemployment again.
The One-and-Out Plan insured
he could never again be retrained
for anything.
So he became a PU, Permanently
Unemployable, and relied on
coupons shipped from Washington.
The first two were for a store in
Frenchtown.
There he exchanged both for
a long baguette and a hunk
of pale cheese.
Unfortunately the cheese made
popping sounds on the Charity
Bus, and he was ordered to dismount.
When he removed the waxy
wrapping, he discovered
quarter size blue splotches.
So did the rats who devoured
both cheese and bread.
Marking up Clint in the process.
But not the worst day of his life,
since the gatekeeper of his
apartment block let him in
free when he saw his clawed
and bitten state.
Waiving the daily entrance cost.
Labels: Charity, loser, rats, retraining, technologically unemployed, technology, unemployment, unlucky
Sunday, March 19, 2017
Wives
-Old Friend!...though mostly absent...
why the long face?
-I heard you lost your wife.
-Yeah, but to domesticity, not death.
She wanted Ward Cleaver.
-Banished excitement thereby?
-To say the least. Anyway I hastily
married a rock-ribbed Puritan!
-Goodness!
-You'd think too much, but touch her
and she sexually frenzies!
-Contradicting her usual mode?
-We pray before and after, but never
during.
Labels: domestic, Leave It to Beaver, marriage, Puritan, sex, Ward Cleaver
Saturday, March 18, 2017
“Smart” Vibrator Maker Settles Snooping
Charge for $3.75 Million
Labels: eavesdropping, female masturbation, sex, smart devices, surveillance, vibrator
Friday, March 17, 2017
The Weakening of the Anti-Hero
Labels: anti-hero, New World, recognition, required striving
Thursday, March 16, 2017
Recycling
“They both turned
to gaze
for a moment
at the corpse. . .
It remained
laughing there
in the grass”*
Not enough given
to the comedic
aspect
of war. Dead clowns
as an example.
*Steven Crane’s words
Labels: allusion, clowns, comedy, Crane, death, literary allusion, Red Badge of Courage, war, war as comedy
Wednesday, March 15, 2017
What She Sees
Dolores gone from her bed that morning.
Mac and Carol wondered about calling the police,
but had been instructed in the past to watch Milo's
Exercise City before the 7 AM news.
A banner ran across the bottom as Milo coaxed into
slow-motion stretches.
iwdw-d
in warp don't worry-dolores.
The family proud that she was called from time
to time, though Mac and Carol puzzled as to her
expertise.
"Well it's not sex!" Dolores laughed, "What you two think about!"
What could it be for a seventeen year old?
During another time: “The leader says I see things nobody else can,
but that's only there. Here I'm the average clunk. Boyfriend, stupid
music, florescent hatchet-hair, raggedy-ass clothes!”
Once, at a neighborhood meeting, Dr Abnessry, the School District
Psychologist, had passed around many pictures, one of which
featured Dolores and Rockno, the boyfriend, on his multicolored
scooter. All to convince parents that their children were “normal.”
The atmosphere was jovial and everyone laughed. The theme:
This, too, shall pass.
It does and it doesn’t.
In the meantime, Rockno did worry. Leaving messages on all
the cells.
When he came by, Carol told him she'd be back soon. Mac was
up on a ladder, cleaning the gutters. When Rockno's scooter
squealed away, he slipped a rung, his nose being scored by
another.
Carol sprayed it with saline and dabbed Vaseline on a band-aid.
"You're good to go," she told him.
When Dolores returned, the leaves were back in the gutter and
the scratch had never occurred.
No time had lapsed since she left her bed.
Which she does now in her Shrieking Roar-Boys’ pjs and
Minnie Mouse Slippers. Breakfast.
Rockno had perceived nothing of course.
Labels: boyfriend, Family, future, Teens, time, timewarp, warp
Tuesday, March 14, 2017
Segregation Forever!
Labels: class, future segregation, human, robot, robotics, Slavery
Monday, March 13, 2017
The Career
Company in cheerleading mode way back.
Before-work meetings. Lusty.
He was an intern then, and when they all
turned to him, screaming “Are you on board?”
he answered at the top of his resilient lungs.
“One hundred fifty melon percent!”
Melon for million, of course. Mis-speak.
But, Melon his name from then on.
His function has always been, from that moment,
a sort of mascot for whatever HR insanity
management promoted.
At any rate, Retirement finally arrives, and the most
senior VP almost cancels his flights for Melon’s Dinner.
But warned by Legal not to attend, because subpoenas
will ruin his good time.
Melon’s wife wisecracks that she’s ecstatic he’s almost free.
“From ingrates and crooks!”
The FBI assures him he is not a target.
They, too, didn’t take him seriously.
“Well,” he later remarks to the gray dude fashioning the bow
tie in the mirror. “It’s a Wrap!”
Labels: boosting, business, business career, business crooks, cheerleading, HR.Human Resources, management, mascot
Sunday, March 12, 2017
Matisse
left leaning against storage door, Spudwell walked
outside to the auto accident and subsequent
screaming. Then the legalistic debate in the furnace
of a street.
Key of C-Sharp.
-So there it was! A million bucks for someone, a route
guy, a homeless, anyone, to pick off! How long...?
-Hour. A wonderful discussion! Very detailed by two
guys who’ve never been wrong. BMW versus Porsche.
-You, the billionaire nitwit jury?
-Oh well. Insured.
-And if some opportunist hooked it? How about the
sick feeling then?
-That’s hired out too.
Labels: art, art market, billionaire, carelessness, Matisse, money, painting, wealth
Saturday, March 11, 2017
An Allegory On the Banks of the Nihilism
Funeral
-You’ve come the longest way.
-I get the Space Prize.
-Definitely!
-The time prize too. I’m the oldest.
-Years ago I’m was amazed that some crustacean
would say “That must be fifty years ago! He married the Flynn girl, younger one.” Way old men and women talked back then.
-Fifty? Each one the same.
-No highs or lows?
-Not really. Irons out.
-Anyway! We hafta catch up with every one!
Last time I saw you...!
-Let’s not bother. One boring year same as
another as I say.
-Is the right corpse in the box?
-God rest her soul...but from what?
Labels: boredom, death, depression, funeral, lack of spirit, Old Age
Friday, March 10, 2017
Private Languages
Chef poured me some wine
“I like this bottle. It’s an honest bottle
for an honest wine.”
We ate and he kept saying such things.
Well...it wasn’t a DIShonest bottle.
Labels: cooking, cuisine, honest, language, private language, wine
Thursday, March 09, 2017
Deciding. Not.
The Everyday Anti-Hero
-As I see it, all your alternatives
are lousy.
-I see it the same way, or ways.
-Flip a coin?
-That. Or do nothing.
-You have vast experience in the latter.
-With pride! My best decisions have been
nothing.
-Are you sure you're American? Frontier
Spirit? Can DO? Heart for every fate?
-I don't go there. It's nervous-making.
-Uh huh? Well, have we solved your little
problem?...asking with some sarcasm.
-Good as can be expected.
-How does your wife regards all this.
-Endlessly amusing.
Labels: advice, anti-hero, decision making, friends, passive
Wednesday, March 08, 2017
In Vain etc
Labels: changing history, progress, rationalization, war, war fatality
Tuesday, March 07, 2017
Deciding Limits
-Well! Then! The Great Decision!
-Made! Clean and clear. Measured
and thoughtful.
-How do you feel?
-Immensely relieved!
-The step before disaster.
-You're joking!
-Nope.
-What...more can I do?
-I always add a little prayer.
-Hocus-pocus Department?
-Just hedging the bet.
-I'll stay with rationality. Imperfect
as I am, and it, but...
-Too bad. The successful man or woman
hedges.
-They’re fooling themselves.
-We're all that, I’m guessing.
-I’m through with guessing!
-You guess?
Labels: decision, decision making, hedging, magic, Prayer, rationality
Monday, March 06, 2017
An Old Song
Ancient, Even
The couple who threw shade
wondered why their friends
had left. But, some clue.
Decided, then, re scattering
bits of light into the tribal mix.
And they returned! So a trade
increasing the potential
wedding guests, thereby,
alongside their character.
Labels: couple, friends, personality, throwing shade, tribal, wedding
Sunday, March 05, 2017
Art of the Double-Cross
Labels: couple, double-cross, fidelity, literary, love and war
Saturday, March 04, 2017
Beside The Dark Sea in its Brood or Rush
She reopened the cottage after
her stay in the States with
the children.
Skyped her "Good Scrub" to them,
and then showed off her baking.
She didn't tell them, but she spoke
to him as she increased the fire
of an evening.
“Well, Wild Heart! Like the wind
out there. And myself not a bit
changed either. A pair indeed!”
Labels: Family, good scrub, homey, Irish, Irish Widow, sea, Skype, snug, storm, wild, wild heart
Friday, March 03, 2017
Annals of Daily Wear
Labels: anti-Semitic, decorum, fashion, Germany, Holocaust, tailoring
Thursday, March 02, 2017
Christian Humor
Labels: anti-Semitic, anti-Semitic Right, Christian, Christian Humor, humor
Wednesday, March 01, 2017
Many Awards
Enough was enough!
Mel told his Calendar Robot to
cancel all Tuesday’s appointments
and move them.
Done! With the exception of Tony’s
Italian Market.
There Mel himself had to phone,
repeating last week’s order.
But...didn’t sit right with Tony,
who liked to talk about things,
all things. The order a sidelight.
Certainly not to hear customers
nervously repeating themselves!
Somehow, his personality triggered
Mel’s original robot reinstating all
Tuesday’s appointments.
With the motto:
Days off are the Devil’s Playground
Mel had to confess his failure to
girlfriend Dorothea.
“Well I tried! The Disney One-Day Super Whamzoo will hafta wait.”
“Wait? What slaves best at!”
She overstated, and has been warned.
But she persisted.
LuAnn appointed new girlfriend, coming
with many awards.
Labels: days off, feminism, future, future of work, girlfriend, Slavery, statement and overstatement, women