Monday, August 28, 2017
Vow
-I just can’t stand it anymore!
I’m going to a place where
nobody gives a shit about
anything, and you can just
wander aimlessly. If you die
in the street, they’ll step over
your alleged body!
-Phoenix! But don’t wander
too far or you dissolve in
the heat! Blast Furnace!
That dry heat turns everything
to grease.
-Dissolve? Best yet!
-And there are blessed
distractions. Trump holds
Nazi rallies.
-FUCK THE JEWS!
-You’re swinging with it already!
-I’d become an SS Man, but they
need love too.
Labels: anti-Semitic Right, heat, Jews, Nazi, Phoenix, SS, Trump
Tuesday, November 18, 2014
Personnel Problem in a Company Manufacturing Whatever
A Dread for Three Voices
“The guy is seething!”
“You should meet wifey. He’s a choirboy.”
“Well I hope they kill each other rather than one of us.”
“I’ve had it with him! I’m dumping it into Carl’s lap.”
“Enter Carl with ample lap, saying I heard it all.
Transfer the sonofabitch to Phoenix. I never met
anyone from there who wasn’t an asshole!”
“I’ll do the paperwork today. Just hope bodies don’t
start turning up in a couple of weeks.”
Hey! Who gives a shit? It’s the freakin desert! Plenty of
room before anybody notices.
Labels: anger, business, desert, explosive employee, manufacturing, murder, personnel, personnel problem, Phoenix
Tuesday, July 15, 2014
Being Short With People
“You’re so nervous I can’t stand it!”
Rose to Mick, not the opposite the culture
has decreed.
She married calm Nocky, and they died
in a blistering suburb of Phoenix.
But it was a dry death.
And merely figurative, for the nonce.
Labels: cultural roles, death, heat, metaphor, nervous, Phoenix
