Wednesday, March 30, 2022
Brown-Eyed
Getch nearly takes the door off its hinges, so
angry he forgot the last thing he wants to say to…
"…straighten me out?" Dianne softly laughs,
push-rocking a heavy kitchen chair to a spot
where sun gets in. Mr Brown Eyes arrives to place
his head upon her lap. His clicking along
the tiles still hangs in the air now. Somehow…
You’ll be disappointed too. I forgot to buy your
box of treats rushing back for the asinine fight!
But he just wants to be with her.
Labels: anger, dog, love, self, spat
Sunday, December 16, 2018
Mother
Her head abuzz with the day
’s meetings yet to come,
she inquires of her adult son
as to as to possibly
having her toast and jelly
without Gay Rights.
Triggering him to eventually pay
during a lull, with his “leaving
this house forever!”
“If only!” she regretfully tosses. So,
off again, both, uncovering their
fraught, biting history
without even a breath of break!
It’s okay. It’s okay. All work is.Labels: anger, breakfast, Gay Rights, issues, Mother-Son, relationship, unresolved issues, work, work anxiety
Friday, December 01, 2017
Point
-By whom?
-Not important!
-Seems to me it…!
-He had set the whole thing up.
-To what end.
-To make a point.
-WHAT POINT?
-Know that, know everything.
-Don’t tell me if you find out.
-How come?
-I enjoy staying pissed!
Labels: aimless dialog, anger, clarity, confusion
Sunday, October 08, 2017
80s Puzzle
In his eighties now, Hastor overwhelmed
by Crisis!
via persistent strings of them.
But, upon examination by his daughters,
none existed really.
“What will happen when a real one arrives?”
Melinda asked his medical team
Hoddings Destry Morgan Undervel, MD,
replied “Probably kill him.”
His partner-wife Rhonda Makepiece Louisa
Conchita Pepita Schwartz, MD, concurred.
Thus, keeping him alive consisted of laughing.
Which angered him.
How can such a conundrum end?
Who knows, who cares?
Once you find out what you’re doing,
you should always stop.
Labels: anger, exaggeration, fear, fear of old, old
Wednesday, December 28, 2016
Local Drama
So dispensed with Sam Spade in favor of “Sunny Jim.”
The girls grew quickly sick of the Americanness
of his new act, and gigglingly chucked him into
Markham’s Pond.
Sunny Jim became soakingly purple-pissed!
Later, Officer Barb Hentley’s pencil couldn’t
keep up with him.
Labels: American, anger, noir, prank, role playing
Tuesday, November 22, 2016
Testing
-I’ll hafta see what I think I think.
-That’s Synesthesia! You don’t
actually SEE your thinking.
You can feel it, though.
Hmmm, I guess THAT’S syn...
-Uh huh?
-Too!
-I hafta feel what I think I feel? Or...?
-Bingo!
-How much would you take to go away?
Labels: analysis of friends, anger, confusion, emotion, feeling, friends, Synesthesia, thinking
Sunday, September 25, 2016
The Call (1 and 2 )
-Ashen? Shaken? You've gotten
The Phone Call!
-DID I? Every paranoid monster
shaken loose!
-You've gotten too close. He HAD to!
-I've...never gotten along with anyone
so well!
-Uh huh? Did you start thinking he
was queer? All that emotion!
-Not a bit of it!
-Well, that's his fear.
-Well, I'm, like, walking away and never,
ever looking back!
-Nonsense! He'll be all bear hugs now
and showing everybody how much he loves
you. In a manly, macho way.
-Now you're teasing.
-Friend for steadfast life, and I'm not kidding.
-Tearing and ripping to get there?
-Personality's a mystery. The more books
they write, the more mysterious!
---
-Look at YOU! Did you get the number
of that Mack truck?
-She phoned me at around 3AM.
-She seeks clarity at that hour.
-Even got around to Old World curses,
Gypsy, I think. Very imaginative, if grisly.
-Well, never mind! You graduated now.
Love-making from here on will shake your
very foundation!
-For how long?
-Usual is a year, but don't fret! She a marvelous
breaker-upper. It's like a seminar. She won't
go on until you thoroughly understand each step.
-Pandora’s Box, and then Super Love, and then...
quoting Professors or something?
-Life itself!
-Where can I opt out from ALL of it? With her,
with everybody?
-That's handled FOR you some future dark day.
-Can’t wait.
Labels: anger, break-up, cursing, emotion, gypsy, insanity, paranoid, phone call, relationship
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, August 12, 2014
Theory of Revolutions
-Song says "Ain't gonna study war no more"
and yet that’s what you do.
-Won't go away. It or me.
-What's latest model?
-Two. We ran them together.
-Let me guess. Revolution from the Left?
-Soaring rhetoric!
-But the follow-through?
-When the tumult and the shouting died,
women looked for steadier partners.
-And men?
-Dissolved into a massive lump of
bureaucratic suet.
-So, the more or less mushy moderate
nation of today. Bourgeois crooks, and
those they worship.
-Amen.
-I know you had to run the Right Upheaval too.
-Glowing goals! Clear and clean. Simple and
understandable.
-And the penalties, lucid?
-Most are so.
-Upshot?
-Firing squads for the least pure.
-And, then, for the middling immaculate too?
-In short, they killed themselves off. But the
anger trooped on.
-Over too many corpses to count?
-Precisely. When they declared victory, not
much left.
-But Anger. Lovely and sustained, it embraced
Mayhem upon the smoking piles.
-Yeah, Nation so weak, a foreign power marched in.
Monarchists. Now the Righties are too busy
reverently smooching their ass.
-Who says the vicious can’t become loving?
Labels: anger, Left Revolution, Monarchy, Right Revolution, war
Thursday, June 26, 2014
Ire in Higher Circles
Making Law Midst Insult
"Yeah, nothing stings like the taunt of a fool!"
“Well, I'm stung all right! That Fairy! That intellectual
non-weight! Without government programs and insane
patrons he'd be...”
“Shining shoes?”
“No, that takes a knack and some brains. He's got
neither. In anything!”
“We can get back at him. It's gradual. Starts with a few
phone calls.”
“How about one? To a hitman!”
“Dumbest bastard ever to draw breath, and he's that
much under your skin?”
“And a big man with the ladies, would you believe?--fighting
his fruity self.”
“They like to baby simpletons.”
“Yeah, especially with big dongs!”
“Another reason to hate him!”
“Women are Stupidos! Can't help it. Half in their genes.”
“And you run as a feminist!”
“What's the difference which lie you run on?”
Labels: anger, feminism, insult, politics
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Parsing Rusty Wreckage
-She ruined my life!
-Ah melodrama!
-It's true!
-And what is truth? asked jiving Pilate. But the mush splattering where it may, it's jolly to be friends with
both of you. She as forceful, but switching that
personal pronoun before ruined.
-Yeah? Then I suppose like all you rancid old
fairies pretending to wisdom, you pronounce
gravely: The Truth lies in between.
-Seek and ye shall...
-flop.
-She ruined my life!
-Ah melodrama!
-It's true!
-And what is truth? asked jiving Pilate. But the mush splattering where it may, it's jolly to be friends with
both of you. She as forceful, but switching that
personal pronoun before ruined.
-Yeah? Then I suppose like all you rancid old
fairies pretending to wisdom, you pronounce
gravely: The Truth lies in between.
-Seek and ye shall...
-flop.
Labels: anger, breakup, friendship, relationship
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Ichabod and the Steaming Kettle
Look! This is the last glass of water for both of you! Now get
to sleep. Why haven't you...? It's hours since bedtime!
You didn't tell us a story cuz you hadda watch the stinky
debate-y thing~!
The stinky debatey thing indeed!
Tell us a story now, Daddy.
Tell us a story 'bout the stinky debate-y thing!
Okay, but a short one. Let's call it...
Look! This is the last glass of water for both of you! Now get
to sleep. Why haven't you...? It's hours since bedtime!
You didn't tell us a story cuz you hadda watch the stinky
debate-y thing~!
The stinky debatey thing indeed!
Tell us a story now, Daddy.
Tell us a story 'bout the stinky debate-y thing!
Okay, but a short one. Let's call it...
