Monday, January 31, 2022
"So & So Young Woman
has joined the Channel 9,12,98, or...
News, Web, or Whatever?
TEAM!”
Uh huh? Perky in tiny oval frame--
The Computer Daguerreotype today.
Will she find Love and/or
sex with new boyfriend
hereabouts?
She doesn’t want that now.
Oh? & Why Not?
SHE JUST DOESN'T!
Adware Rape
Cole angry
jogging to
Mickey D’s.
Luann & Judd
had ordered him
an Egg McMuffin.
Now bit cool.
He’s late since
adware cramped
his balls & laptop--
justifying, then,
such rape in
Pussy-Prose!
After breakfast, our
trio shared yogurt
in the Corolla.
Courtesy of Guernsey,
Bridget-3, member
of the Family.
They Dropped him at
his tiny shack
by the bub-
bly stream. Rush-
ng Moonlight! when he rose
much earlier; now, eddying
rubbers.
Sunday, January 30, 2022
Pals
MADGE, DILSY-DO, CLIFFY (D)
DD- Your Cliffy still warm
‘n sweetly funny?
M- Deceased.
DD- Oh my God I Didn’t know!
M- You been away, so here’s
News here.
DD- But HOW?
M- Big C kicked him in the right nut; little
later, Encore: left!
DD- Don’t say any…m…--I won’t stop crying!
M- Just that, Little Leaguers made something from
cardboard, drew original cartoon characters.
Then each wrote to “Other Daddy.”
DD- Stop! Places to go! Things…do! OKAY?
But let me say He was…SAINT WALKED EARTH!
M- Innings bad and good. Beautiful…n’ not so,
but yes, Saint! No quarrel here! My Kindness Guy.
DD- But you…? How…?
M- Getting by. Helps our baby’s in my tum-tum.
DD- Great! Can I help?
M- Just be.
DD- So nice of you to say, but some-
times I feel stuck with me!
M- We love you.
Shoe
Soon Enough
a new cliché
of Woman
interviewing another.
On facing stools.
Legs: the OPTICS
for SURE!
Until SHOES--of Hostess,
black pumps pleading
overmuch for simplicity.
Guest gal: Medieval-
ly-strapped entities--
asserting themselves
past mere event.
And even..in THIS Leap:
T-freakin-V itself!
Saturday, January 29, 2022
Man Farting Continuously
Diet Docs, Health Store Nostrums, etc, to no nice end!
At work, his new office now: cramped, too private.!
(Because women
won't stop giggling In
the greater space.)
At home, moves, with his girl, to spare bedroom.
(Planning to Lysol old one when
there’s time!).
But her buddies convince her to shunt fart-
sy he to a cot be-
side the furnace!
Under very old, holey, army blankets.
Then! Wondering if possibly harmed
by noxious fumes, wings she to Naturopath
Woman. & last appointment that day so:
Spring-board--believe it
or no--to Lesbo-Fling!
Not long after, the 2 move to Gals’ Collective.
He quietly visits, & they sing at him
boisterous melodies of super-militant
FEMINISM! Quite entertaining!
After...his malodorous malady
curiously hath healed! Wow!
How? Go Figure!
Friday, January 28, 2022
The Minnesota Dream Monkey
has died. In Mlps.
Obits from French, Brit,
German publications:
Click here and here
and here!
...
Plus a poem in Japanese!
...
& emailed:
our brightly inquisitive dorothea
has left us but her work lives on!
-drsidneyglass@bestlab1.org
...
Our work, and that of Glass, converted
her dreams into a psychedelic river of
ever-leaping fluorescence &
in her latter days she learned a few keystrokes
altered the program Into something softly otherworldly,
beautiful...only patent ever awarded to monkey! Yeah!
Thursday, January 27, 2022
Basement-Hiding Jews
Screwing there too!
Not the thing to do.
For Christian Values,
RE ones too!
https://www.nbcnews.com/investigations/hero-holocaust-polish-housekeeper-saved-12-jews-rcna12833
Contesting
Jitzy and his Hazel-Waffles
fight! Again!
Not ALL
they do but
seems, thus
she delays
nailing him--
since HE won
last one! Big
C grips 1 breast.
Necessitating Chemo
…all the rest.
The Rest of it. He cries;she
dies. Some new
day, though,
they’ll get to-
gether. So,
feisty-fighting
just once more!
@ Heaven’
s Door.
Wednesday, January 26, 2022
(It Is Nothing!)
Three Nothings
Es is nichts. Es is nichts. Es is nichts.
insists terminably wounded archduke.
Jesus Jesus Jesus!
Say I now…
Love not being War.
Save in silly metaphor.
He had begged his wife
to prise life hard
for their children's sake!
As she died.
But. Anyway
...nichts…
which is
is. &
WTF! Hey!
Way back then it
rolled at them.
Tuesday, January 25, 2022
History Short As I Cn Make It
Melky Ritzer marries his Lina.
Disaster! Though Baby somewhere in
there, both find others. To screw--put-
ting it politely. Lina shops round even
more, finally emerging with Totally witless
boyfriends: hardons sans brains! Rose Penz
renews fling with Melky. Saying: "Like, FOREVER this
time! Won’t kid! So turn off your usual horse-
shit!” Baby Misty grows to win awards from Women's Clubs. Loves Dad! but feels that Men, generally, Crap.
Monday, January 24, 2022
Double-Dutch
Reason Why
Surreal Responses
of Childhood!
Girls…then:
"Cocktail, Ginger Ale
Ten Cents a glass.
If you don’t like it?
Why, shove it up your
ask me no questions
I’ll tell you no lies! N’
if you get hit
with a pail of shit,
be sure to close your eyes!"
(Or more-direct neighborhood variant:
Starr and Winchester, New Haven--near
Jack Ripkin's Mom-Pop store, and
for most games, especially
Jump-rope Double-Dutch.)
"Cuz I got hit
with a pail of shit,
and that’s the reason why!"
I rest my case remembering
those long black ropes just slap-
slapping,
slicing twilight, girls
singing fast,
and FASTER! now.
They surge
to the BEAT!
Dreaming and
Haste in
their Glow-
ing mouths.
Saturday, January 22, 2022
Berlin '38 in Color
A buoyancy of small cars!
Too, the women coy-afloat,
liquid under flow-
ing dresses.
Light itself, shaken, silken.
Until two men martialed
black-beyond-black,
goose-step past, high. Low
Comedy. Menace.
These, all, though,
images merely.
Unless one allows
their assembling
beauty
or terror.
The mind, though,
palpable,
unscreens.
Wednesday, January 19, 2022
Guard Duty, 3 AM
Grab 1/2 tumbler booze
before assuming
my post above
the moonlit beach
of a Korean town
wherein women keen
of babies ground
up in glori-
ous war.
Tuesday, January 18, 2022
Eyes
Eyes
Flash Flood’s
2d wave shoved
our little house out
from under, but
not Delsy & me,
LOCKED in shaking-
soaked embrace. & both
power-gripping Mr Sausage-y,
Basset-German
Shepherd! (His “Breed”--
no kidding.) Softest brown eyes
trusting us more
softly yet as he’s
ripped away.
Sheriff later: “Sorry,
but not remotest chance!”
Hope the Angels cherish
him as did we, but watch it
Feathered Ones! Such eyes
can mischievously glisten
at some intended Banditry
or other. You’ve been warned!
Well then, Mr Sausage-y,
God-speed!--Lofty
Divinity needing a laugh
during these loveless times,
Old…Brown…Eyes?
Soft. Just so
very soft & thus so lovely.
Bye.
