Monday, December 03, 2018
Senior Perspectives
-Where I live now, greatness
is measured by the ability to shit.
-As valid an index as any!
Labels: bowels, Health, senior
Friday, June 15, 2018
Sister and Man
-I can only help you with
First-String Women.
-All boney ones?
-Afraid so, and proudly!
-Looking for some flesh.
-We’re emphatically not! Disgusting!
-Why would anybody desire such
a pukey body?
-We do! And by lengths unknown by you
except in cheering football!
-Modern slavery dictated by a stable
of Andres. Andre T. or T. Andre etc.
All the same! Woman haters!
-They love and wish to BE us!
-Have you ever answered them?
-Too busy making sure our weirdo
physiology doesn’t gain weight
from the very air!
-What’s the difference? Your life is
not worth living!
-Watch TV. We Climb Mountains
and make up our faces mid gurus
and icy snow!
-Why there?
-In that atmosphere we stink less.
Labels: anorexic, female psychology, Health, ideal body, sex, thin, weight
Monday, August 22, 2016
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Ruck habitually flung
his arms skyward!
“What kind of life is this?
Godless and lacking in protein!”
Combining Faith and Nutrition.
Alternatively grave and sarcastic!
The best-worst thing to happen
to such a one: Glads. She
cancelled out whatever equation
he presented. Element by element.
Brilliant!
But o so tedious!
When they’re abroad,
the others grind their teeth.
Labels: equation, Health, intellectual couple, math, nutrition, out of it, society
Wednesday, August 17, 2016
A Prophet
The Man Who Discovered IT in New Haven
cozied. Kept quiet. But flourished
in health!
Others questioned him and he merely
laughed.
As a matter of fact, became apparent
to many that they diminished as he
increased.
His happiness became unbearable, and dark
things were therefore hinted as to his fate.
Especially since he began to rub it in.
“Look at you pukes!” and the like.
Women decried his behavior to his face,
since the men afraid of him.
He did listen to them--“the Fair Sex”--
and decided to share his secret in a loving
and not arrogant way.
He built a small platform of two by fours
and brute-forced it to the New Haven Green.
For some reason, his lecture had to be
delivered naked.
He endeavored to explain why in the poetic intro,
but Patrolmen Cassady and Pesticci, snatched
him in his transported, blinking, rhetorical midst.
Called in a crane, too, from the Streets Department
to trundle the platform to their yard.
Yale shortly wanted it. Putting together a display
for the Peabody Museum of “American Prophets,
from John Brown to...” well, our latest, local, flowering.
Labels: Health, lecture, New Haven, Peabody Museum, police, prophet, righteous, self righteous
Friday, April 01, 2016
Deciphering
Which?
-I feel particularly lousy!
-A moment ago: Terrific!
-Both.
-Where’s the consistency? Are you
Trump or Hillary?
-I still pee standing up!
-Barely.
Labels: aging, Health, Hillary, mood, pee, Trump
Thursday, November 26, 2015
The Comic
Dilsey put on some Franz Schubert.
“We used to call him Frank at the Point!” All Dave’s fatigued
jokes considered funny again, he had grown popular.
Now he exaggeratively saluted “Colonel Franz Schubert!”
Had to turn some invitations down: Health.
After Laurette died, his former wife came back to care
for him. In a paid capacity.
“It’s a pity I’ll expire when I just hit my groove!”
Franz hopped and skipped on the turntable.
“Isn’t everything?” Dilsey shook her head. “But it's nice you
still have LPs.” She chose The Beach Boys now.
Dave sang along with the line They keep their BOYfriends
warm at night!
“Weren’t YOU a California gal back when I met you, Dils?”
“Yeah, but was a territory then!”
“Whoa! I'm the funny one!”
“We both are.”
Labels: Beach Boys, California, California Girls, comedian, Health, marriage, Schubert, sickness, West Point
Sunday, March 10, 2013
The Walk
He happened to stare
into The Bonnie Tart.
His exes at tea and
they beckoned him.
"So what are you two plot-
ting?" came out with
double the edge
he intended. "I'd say
laughter," laughed
Mizbeth. "And I'd add
giggling," giggled Lil.
Nothing about ex-husbands,
they insisted, reminding that
they knew each other
before him. "Just wonderful
plain old gossip!" Mizbeth
stressed. “But actually we
were plotting.”
“Yeah! Putting a dome of glass
over this weird borough and
having sex professors come
study it!” So, true girltalk. Thus tacked
he from the most surreal of it. Though
not before a humongous chocolate
chip cookie they treated him to.
On the net that evening he found it among
eleven bombshell foods and popped a Zantac.
Labels: divorce, ex wife, girltalk, gossip, Health, net, Zantac
Thursday, December 27, 2012
Directions
All the docs&meds&exercise&herbs&
minerals&positive-thoughts. My o
amenable you! But a Black Swan glides
anyway. Ordinarily, comes&you go. Though,
hold it in the corner of your favored eye
& tell yourself a story. Of Faith
or its opposite. You pick. Make it
genuine for once. Laugh or grow
querulous. Stutter. Whatever. Keep go-
ing: your own Thousand Nights&this next.
Maybe Swan will so very slowly slide
across your chock-a-block vision
to another part of the lake.
Awaited there for elegance.
Labels: Black Swan, doctor, faith, Fate, Health, herbs, luck, meds, potion
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Health Is Wealth
Oh yeah? How about
megas more? JD
Rockefeller alleged to say
he’d give mil for young
strapper’s easy stomach.
W/Inflation be 50, 60?
At any rate, trump
deal bilious slick-
ster ever swung!
Labels: Health, Rockefeller, wealth
