Monday, February 28, 2022
When dreams
adapt so
quick-
ly to
Desire, then love
might hotly permeate,
or no.
Gladsy
Gladice Elinor Hoffman,
married name: Alderson,
was Gladsy back ln
the day: 3rd Base for
Winchester Rifle-ettes
in New Haven’s Industrial
League. Batted respectable 303;
Fielding Average close to perfect,
950. She sighs “Proud now.
Then? Lots going on,
even Romantic,
but Yeah!"
Lilacs
Lilac Lady wants to talk.
So we sit in Jennifer's "room" as wind whistles through its black branches. It was built from hurricane debris, like all our rooms.
LL enters, first asking Jen's permission.
Once in, she sits on a milk crate, her lilac parka, the petals in the outside wind landing on our "house." All of an aromatic piece.
She starts in: "I need to tell you because you can't know it: this is an entirely magic time! Your rooms and rules, feeling for each other'll never come again!" I see even now our upturned, puz-zled faces. "And Indian Charlie, you have his...? Don't lose...!"
Jen has to run home and pee, so we can't stay there. I catch grasshoppers for Indian Charlie's turtles. He draws and shades a pencil sketch for me of an old cowboy. Oh the covered porch of his big rambling house!--it a few months later fills up with snow.
I much later marry Jen and she drinks herself to death.
The Lilac Lady's right: that time never came again.
Charlie's sketch tossed out...somehow.
Small museum in Butte has a few.
I can't go that far.
Sunday, February 27, 2022
Village
REHASHING THEIR QUARREL WHILE JABBING
AT THE MAP IN THE KIA TO SHUT UP THE WOMAN
INFORMING “JEFFERSON, THE CENTRAL COMMERCIAL STREET IN…”
“I KNOW JEFF AND FREAKIN COMMERCE TOO!
AND DIDN’T ASK YOU EITHER, WHORE!” STRANGELY IT SOOTHED HER, FIGHTING THIS WAY! SHE HAD LOST BACK IN THE APARTMENT AND FELT LOST NOW.
SHE KNEW THE WAY TO LUANN’S AND BUDGIE’S
TRAILER ALRIGHT! AND WITHOUT STUPID MAPS!
THEY HAD TEXTED HOW THEY DEEP-FRIED
DONUTS PER BUD’S MOM’S RECIPE!
SHE SET HER MOUTH, WIPING HER CHIN ABSENTLY.
AT THE APARTMENT ALDO SINGS AN OLD ITALIAN AIR HIS DAD LOVED.
PACKING.
AFTER, HER FRIENDS REMIND HER THEY HAD
TOLD HER LOSE THE GHINNY LONG AGO!
Sacred
2 yrs in City,
job emigrating
overseas. Thence,
not back to old unit,
but next door down
dim hallway. New
bathroom’s window
looks out to same fence,
broken slats. Warm grasses
sigh behind that “I
am the Sacred Grass!
The Sacred Fragrance!”
“Well I’m no fuckinINDian!
“Doesn’t matter
at this moment.”
Saturday, February 26, 2022
Short,Modern
-We walk the Streets of Life alone!
-I could join?
So...
-3,4,5-year olds taken by Lakoda grandmom, pick plums!
-Nice, I guess.
-First, though, asking tree's permission. Music of little voices.
-Uh huh? Cutesy and wootsey dooo?
-If you...
-Been waiting for this part! Pretty Story Alert!?
-ANYWAY! Finish, then kids take care not step on blossoms on ground. But, Lucy, daydreaming. So all say they're sorry to it. But allowed to smell: Heaven on Earth!
-All's well wot ends swell?
-See you again soon?
-Don't hold your breath.
Pigs Rule!
Some town in China, pigs
penned people, fed them scraps.
They naturally got pissed!
But they're always that.
Plural
-As in
couldn't
face it
without
Raoul?
-Yes! Right!
-Designs
bras? That’s
it? All?
-Master!
-Swings Boy
Way too?
-Make it
Plural!
-Ways? Boys?
-Both!
Friday, February 25, 2022
Spokesperson
In this steel town, he had spoken Latin
to his dates, Holley, Mix, & Jezbel2.
Mix chosen to voice objection.
He told her just for fun, not
to hurt anybody.
“If you say so, but we worry, not having
been EDUCATED!” She sneered this
last word--which told him that they,
simply, didn't like him.
-Well then, Ite missa est, meaning
“Go the Mass is finished!”
-You CATH-lic too?
-Nominally.
-We 3 sure don’t like…
-Why’s that?
-WE JUST DON'T!
Izmir
In Ancient Times
the Gods, on just
a whim,
gave Izmir
magic light.
It persists.
Prayer
’ve heard of Christians.
Once upon Blood, you
melted Jews in ovens.
Earlier, Graterford? Prisoners
got tiny cell&toilet. Plus, mini ante-
room, therein encouraged to solo-
speak to Christ. During this coy,
beguiling spell, many felt so alone,
they killed themselves. Google Phil-
adelphia Experiment. Thus Onward
Christian Soldiers, now marching off to
shoot and bayonet. Explain again via Net how Viciousness can actually be
Faith.
Thursday, February 24, 2022
-Sorry to report
but all us Angels
concur: You’ll die
grunting at stool.
-Some way t’go!
I’m a fool listening!
-Don’t mention it.
-By the way, That’s WE
Angels?--i before e except
after c. Or as used as a,
like in neighbor and weigh!
-Can't see how THAT fits, but
hey, you’d like Heaven: lotza
jingles, other language stuff!
-And Hell?
-Serious Prose. Professory Logic!
-Deadly?
-That’s FUNNY to me,
but Angel-Humor weird!
A Man
dreamed he dwelt
in Marble Halls!
Just a case
of Marble Balls.
He googled, finding
Miracle Massager.
Got onboard:
Affordable.
Portable,
no cord.
Wednesday, February 23, 2022
Hazards of Scholarship-2
Jerome Shucktice moved to Ludge, Iowa, expressly to flee the city's jealousies and backstabbing. Most of his trouble came from mastery of the Galladine, a stringed instrument from the Hittite civilization.
Deceived others attempted to advertise similar knowledge, flaunting, too, pitiful musicianship.
He refrained from comment, and they, therefore,
savaged him.
He planned--another reason for rusticating in Ludge--a satirical novel in response.
And, though he wouldn’t pander to let it be known, he smiled inwardly about being the leading intellect there.
A few weeks after settlement on his quaint fisherman's cottage on the river, Galladine on Lower Pea-Bosk he named it, a notice on the library bulletin board stopped his breath.
LUDGE'S OWN AMY DRESH NETTLES WILL
PERFORM ON THE GALLADINE AND DISCUSS
HER NOVEL FEATURING THAT ANCIENT
INSTRUMENT
He noted the date, and since no one knew him, went.
To what end? Laugh inwardly? Pile scorn when he later developed friends? Perhaps even to “praise” a local with an A-minus for Effort.
The audience proved to be a collection of retired farmers and their wives, plus two bookish fabric store clerks who shared an apartment, and had requested the day off to attend.
An outsized buzz as the lady enters, for she’s not a person, really. Well, not by most definitions.
But rather, a life-form. Sort of a green, Jello-ish amoeba flowing under Jerome’s chair and raised feet, and finally bending onto a platform--looking at that point like something from a Dali painting. One farmer clears his throat.
The librarian rests the stringed instrument on this shapelessness, and some kind of protuberances rise to strum bizarre chords.
Since he faints along in here, Jerome never does find out
how she reads, but he revives after Amy Dresh Nettles slides her departure.
The fabric store fellows linger on their way out, playfully introducing themselves as Don, and R Gay Apparel, but then breathlessly imploring him not to reveal outside the town what he had witnessed.
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Note from ED
Jerome and Amy married! Daughter followed 6 mos after,
normal Blobform Confinement Time. You may wonder as to
sexual, etc, birthing gymnastics(?) attendant: not my field so see drkildadmorrsy@blfmed.org.
Anyway our couple on lotza late night shows, jammin&talkin! Too, Black artists presently employ Galladine for sorta trashy counterpoint!
Rappin' After the Battle
‘cross Alley from Alamo
lived bi-ole cowboy ‘n
his male whore, Joe!
-What’s more AC/DC
than ‘merican parody?
-The latter recommends itself as Life!
-Hey! As fulla shit at any rate!
Taskmasters
By river’s edge
I couldn’t hedge.
So listened to the Mermaids’ Chorus!
Then called the only Lorris
that I knew!
(She understood!)
“You hadda make the rhyme.
Well any ole Time!
But my deal is get here soon! Cuz I
just MUST be es-see-dubyuh-rooo’d!”
Dudes
-Bad King John had little ways.
-I got mine, no saint. Woman.
-New guy?
-Went.
-What percent your fault?
-No idea.
-John just wanted rubber ball for Christmas.
-I know. Waited for years to get it!
-What you want?
-Man with little more sensitivity than
India Red Rubber Ball.
-What’s YOUR problem?
-Literate.
Tuesday, February 22, 2022
Discussing Form
-Usual after-Lunch walk,
b-RISK! But woman…
enormous ass…blocks!
Get around that and not bad!
Pretty fast at end.
-I retain image!
-Not winded, good posture too.
-Who’s talking about you?
Modestos
Conceited in Modesto
pretty well describes
Hildy Ord-Nussbaum &
Latin Lover, foul-mouthed
Carlos! Once wrapped in their
acquaintanceship watch
out!--especially if too thin
or fat. Giving such wily devils
their due: so often Funny!
& yet warmly California too? Yup.
Go figure!
Unlike the other Coast,
where they cut your legs
out from under with snide, astringent wisecracks. Repeating
limericks fecally underscoring
your all too-evident lacks
that long, long night through.
In Modesto, our Jokesters-2
have a dozen close friends.
Back East? Don’t pretend to ask.
The Man Who Counted On Nothing
Later counted FOR Nothing.
Finally happy!
Monday, February 21, 2022
"GRETCH!
get wiggle on!
We go OUT!
Those clothes look just fine.
It’s you smell! Sorry to report.
Part sweat, part girl.
But look in med chest I
got “Intriguing Heart”
at Walmart. Thinks
it’s subtle so
slather it. Hate
to say it, but ladies
have more stink areas.
Can’t beat us in strength of odors,
just Geography!
No! Showers OUT! Not time.
Bill,Rosa,Barbeque?
They text: READY!
I reply: What Bring?
YOUR-
SELVES!"
Walk,Talk...
“Pal” Runcy took his
after-breakfast walk,
Bide-a-Bit Assisted
Living. He tells “Tall” Eunice, RN:
You talk, you walk, you die.
That once, he hit
the sequence right.
Passing shortly after
in his room.
It felt lonely all
next afternoon.
Sunday, February 20, 2022
Taste Happens
mono
NOW I TASTED DEATH, CUISINE
NOT QUITE MICHELIN GUIDE!
HOW MANY STARS?
HALF 1.
THAT’LL IMPROVE?
NOT IN MY LIFETIME.
WEB!
Schoolbus..
Boy in shorts & T @
90 degrees or 9, exits.
2 seats back, Dorine, “Glid-
sy” Doyle so…coyly…rising…
deeply-dimpled & knowing
that she knows.
Auden sd u
-must love your crooked neighbor...
-...with your crooked heart?
Did MY bit. Married one!
Saturday, February 19, 2022
Village
REHASHING THEIR QUARREL WHILE JABBING AT THE MAP IN THE KIA TO SHUT UP THE WOMAN
INFORMING “JEFFERSON, THE CENTRAL COMMERCIAL STREET IN…”
“I KNOW JEFF AND FREAKIN COMMERCE TOO!
AND DIDN’T ASK YOU EITHER, WHORE!” STRANGELY IT SOOTHED HER, FIGHTING THIS WAY! SHE HAD LOST BACK IN THE APARTMENT AND FELT LOST NOW.
SHE KNEW THE WAY TO LUANN’S AND BUDGIE’S
TRAILER ALRIGHT! AND WITHOUT STUPID MAPS!
THEY HAD TEXTED HOW THEY DEEP-FRIED
DONUTS PER BUD’S MOM’S RECIPE!
SHE SET HER MOUTH, WIPING HER CHIN ABSENTLY.
AT THE APARTMENT ALDO SINGS AN OLD ITALIAN AIR HIS DAD LOVED.
PACKING.
AFTER, HER FRIENDS REMIND HER THEY HAD
TOLD HER LOSE THE GHINNY LONG AGO!
