Sunday, June 05, 2022
By Moonlight
Desperate men say nothing
lightly. For sure revisiting
landlord's black-eyed-daughter,
though HELL blocks etc way he informs her. A romantic, ...Highwayman yet!
Cravat, louses, etc, all the smear.
Buggy Crook with a horse!
Rest of it talk, though not to her!
She rides a musket finally.
Fatal. Unto her breasts; saving him from AMBUSH!
Now that there's Love...whatever.
I'm instructed to take two and hit to Right!
I do. Won't ever miss anything behaving.
Labels: Hell, highwayman, lovers, robber, Romance, unromantic, vow
Friday, April 01, 2022
RBF anomaly
Devil toasts him--
in the best sense--
with Gatoraid.
Only male face in
in tall wall of RBFs.
He accedes
to mini-Danish then
(Pepperidge Farms)
from most mis-
cheivous angel
ever!
Labels: devil, Hell, male, RBF, wall
Sunday, May 13, 2018
Escalation
Post Office leaves plastic bag I fill
with cans. Chef Boyardee Cheese
Ravioli as an example.
Fought poverty before, this
time, blessedly not mine.
Thus achieve another star
in my haughty Crown? Hope
weighty enough to impress
St Peter! Or he’ll indicate
the Down Escalator
“Must it go so fast?”
His white-robed nod then
full of seething sarcasm!
(Heaven mostly satire,
but you knew that.)
Tuesday, May 01, 2018
Friends Into Theology
-Where were you when we walked
on the moon?
-Alive.
-That vague?
-That’s me. Will I recall more clearly
in Heaven, do you suppose?
-I think it’s always a golden present
tense there. Quite lovely!
-Good coffee? Can I order Kona?
-Think of it, it appears!
-Being good was tough. You need
nice coffee!
-Of course, we might be barking up
the wrong tree. Heaven, like, completely
spiritual!
-Sounds like Hell!
-Don’t be flip!
-I thought I was.
-Your nickname, but you know what
I mean!
-Will I be able to continue my great love
there with my Jennifer?
-The spiritual aspects.
-Those aren’t the ones I’m thinking of.
-No!
-How do I transfer? I mean the roasted-
ass bit probably a myth. Hell might be
a better fit for the two of us.
-You can’t speak for Jen.
-God himself better not try THAT!
Labels: behavior, coffee, God, heaven, Hell, hereafter, love, sex.
Wednesday, February 28, 2018
Now You Know
Frankie shot Faithless Johnny
thrice. And
when the third shot hit him
was a new man’s face in Hell!
Satan explained how each instantly
put on The Wall of New Faces
and showed it to me. Vast!
“But...there’s a separate wall for
women’s faces then?” I puzzled.
He shrugged “No women here.
Ever.”
“Hell male?”
“Exclusively!”
“Somehow I like that!”
Labels: Frankie and Johnny, Hell, men, Satan, women
Saturday, August 26, 2017
HEAVEN AND HELL–-if you’re into dichotomies
Heaven Can Wimp
-I tried our 800 number and
reached an Indian.
-Sing-songy voice?
-I got used to it.
-We’re not all wireless yet,
budget restraints, and those
wogs are rotting the lines
with their curry breath!
-Whoa! Pretty racist.
-All in fun.
-Anyway, he helped me.
-Not him, the Marketplace!
We can afford him and
therefore give better service
than with your Christian crybabies.
-Really?
-Time and a half for overtime!
Give me a break!
-So Heaven’s a marketplace
economy?
-The only sacrosanct thing here.
-How about Love and all that
dreamy stuff.
-Not expressly forbidden, but we
worship The Market.
-God devised it?
-But of course. Don’t tell me that
you’re one of those Lefty Nitwits!
-No, I’m a good little angel.
-Say it loud and often. Otherwise
I only hear that you’re requesting
a transfer!
-No way! Adore that Marketplace!
Absolutely! No reservations!
-That’s better! Hey! Free donuts
tomorrow. Pass it on.
-SUPER YUM!
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Hell Is For Heroines
-I'm just back and they want
me to go out again.
-Why so?
-Harassment. My specialty.
-Sexual.
-Of course. I go after Macho-Boss-Assholes,
and fry their little balls, believe me!
-You're tough!
-That I am!
-But good. As am I. Sometimes I wonder
why...?
-We're not in Heaven?
-I do wonder!
-Don't! It's simple. There are no
women in Heaven.
-I don't believe that.
-Absolutely true!
-Oh come on! Heaven is all dullard
males?
-Worse than Hell if you ask me!
-Then how about all the St Teresas
from here and there?
-Okay. Okay. A few women.
-You're a serial exaggerator!
-Yeah. Guilty. It's...just that we
have more Hell in us!
-And thank God for it!
Labels: God, heaven, Hell, Indian Call Center, market, marketplace, men, Sexual Harassment, women
Thursday, June 15, 2017
The Reverse Transfer
-So few applications for
reverse transfers, that
I wanted to talk to you.
-Of course.
-Do you have a complaint or...?
-No complaint, really. Just the
sad acknowledgment that most
have lied their way in.
-As on Earth. Hypocrisy. We run
campaigns to help eradicate it,
but...
-Our strongest habit...?
-I suppose. But, have you participated
in any...?
-No. I stay away. Preferring to read.
-An odd one.
-Agreed.
-So, you don't like the Campaigns
for Goodness...and the company?
-Unfortunately.
-Don't you fear the suffering in
the other place?
-I think I'll be more left alone.
-In my experience, I don't find
that a truly driving force...
as the French say "Cherchez..."
-I admit it! I hope to find her there,
continue our Earth sinning!
-Not very noble.
-Blessedly!
-Well, many more to choose from if
she doesn't work out.
-Are you saying Hell consists
mostly of women?
-They say men forced them there.
-I feel I was forced here!
-To experience bad company?
Aren't you too much the Idealist?
-Admitted. Idealist. Loner. Lover.
-Don't romanticize! I can't stand it.
Here! I'm stamping your papers.
May you find your peculiar Heaven
in Hell!
-Everywhere's peculiar.
-And everyone?
-Some pipe up.
Labels: Earth, heaven, Hell, hypocrisy, sex, sin, solitary, taste
Monday, June 08, 2015
Rushing Sounds
Bit of a follower, I’m afraid. So, I went along with him,
even when disaster loomed.
Just ordinary screwups easy enough to handle: get some
hands in there who knew how to clean things up.
But...the hurt afterwards, and avoidance of him!
AND me. Unfazed, he! “I welcome their hate!”
Well I didn’t, so I started pulling away.
He got married! And she is very nearly worse.
Case in point, the D’Onofrio girl, worried to death
about going to dance with bare shoulders pretty
scarred by acne.
“Can you say Craters of the Moon?” the new wife
slid in. He continued in the same vein, of course:
“I told her not to worry. She’s black enough
to resemble the dark side!”
That was enough even for me, and I laid both of
them out, citing the proverb Fools rush in where
angels fear to tread.
“Pussy angels? Why does that not surprise me?”
“We’re opting for the other place,” adds she.
“Fewer bores!” he laughs.
“Freedom!”
Labels: '"Freedom", angels, boors, follower, Fools rush in, heaven, Hell, Italian, manners, prejudice
Sunday, November 16, 2014
Warm Walk
The pair take a walkabout. Mark Reilly
Markie, Libertarian, and Mrs van Iderstein,
as disdainfully upright as she had appeared
on Earth.
"I do so love this place! No rules, all riot!"
exults he.
"But the public defecation mars the aesthetic."
"Hey! When you gotta go...! God tried stopping
it on his last tour, but he's powerless here."
"God is dead?"
"As a door pail."
"That's door nail, I do believe."
"All the petty little bourgeois exactitudes
of speech!"
"Similar to what the Devil says, his hands
all over one!"
"Never misses a beat!"
"But, we must needs route ourselves differently.
The...Aromas!" she sniffs.
"The Smell of Freedom!"
Labels: bourgeois, devil, freedom, God, Hell, Libertarian, rich
Friday, March 07, 2014
Vision Thing
The Company
-We lacked vision.
-That word again?
-Just putting out fires and keeping our heads above water and...
-...add your own cliche. Then send it up the flagpole!
-So they sent in a Visionary!
-Serious as a heat attack! And he, of course, proceeded to fuck
everything up completely!
-We finally got his ass fired! And now we’re putting out the
multitudinous fires HE ignited!
-Fifth time through same cycle for me. Time to retire.
-Why is the new thing always an old thing?
-Ask God.
-Why him? He’s always screwing us up with his own brand of vision.
-You’ll burn in hell!
-Oh? Excuse me! Thought that’s what this was.
Labels: CEO, chaos, Hell, putting out fires, reorganization, vision
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
The Bore of the True Way
So Johnny One-Note
coming to the party?
Well then I ain’t! Else-
where, nobody preaches,
and chromatic folks try
laughing at themselves.
Almost a recipe
for good times. Or
Heaven. Diatonics
gravely loved
in the other.
So Johnny One-Note
coming to the party?
Well then I ain’t! Else-
where, nobody preaches,
and chromatic folks try
laughing at themselves.
Almost a recipe
for good times. Or
Heaven. Diatonics
gravely loved
in the other.
Labels: chromatic, diatonic, heaven, Hell, ideology, Music, tolerance
Sunday, September 16, 2012
Afterlife
He knew Hell, like, already.
From the sour sonabitch
who ruined worklife every
black morning: Harangue or bit-
ter saw vibrating even now. Can
the feathered flits drown such by
winging it? Providing raw music
to dance athwart till he detects
a partner loose enough
for Paradise?
