Tuesday, September 11, 2018
Roles
Our Jensy so very sweet
she even went crazy like that.
Measured. Softer than soft.
Unlike chums Rita and Lauradel.
Volcanos!
Oh well, boyfriends Benny and Kurt
bore their raging.
Ought to be golden trophies for men
can handle women. (First I thought
display on mantels, but no mantels
in today’s apartments. Okay, add
to Silly Sociology!)
At any rate, Jensy smiled through it
a couple of beats way back when,
subsided.
Resumed Steady-State-Lovely!
No boyfriend, though she’s certainly
pretty enough!
Hey! I just love being around her.
And myself after.
Not enough can ever be said of
such women!
Labels: crazy, friends, group, nervous breakdown, sacrifice, sex role, snap, sweetness, woman stereotype
Tuesday, December 26, 2017
Love and War
Gen and Austin pride
themselves on their
quirks.
Agreeing that two
neurotics don't make
a true crazy.
But Gen has begun wondering
if they do.
Their last quarrel escalated
so, and the sex after was
rushed and awful.
Finally, Austin makes the
case for their sanity as
both refuse to die for the
“cause” in a war with the
dogpatch nation who insulted
our Executive and Congress.
Patriotism reputed to be
the last refuge of the
scoundrel, but our two
meretricious branches
cycling well past.
Labels: Congress, couple, crazy, Dogpatch, Executive, meretricious, neurotic, patriotism, war
Friday, July 21, 2017
Accidental Reunion
After All These Years!
Please don't be crazy!
Requested Margot.
But...
you know Heck.
Did his thing.
Until we all cried.
And he laughed.
Then Margot spat
definitions
of us all!
One by one.
Not sparing herself.
Never sparing herself.
Ever.
No one had the courage
to be her.
Thankfully.
Labels: argument, crazy, friends, old friends, old quarrels, ridicule, unsparing
Saturday, May 13, 2017
The Crazy Woman
-They're all going to work here!
-Me too.
-That's awful!
-Can be.
-I helped Loretta and
the children, but they
all forget!
-What can you do?
-Over there the TV came.
A man said he was a woman.
-Time marches on.
-Can you help? I...
-Gotta work.
-I helped Loretta and...
-Good for you and good for
everybody! But I gotta go to...
Labels: commute, crazy, homeless, insane, scattered, sex change, work
Sunday, June 12, 2016
Med Nutz
-“A duck just slid over our filthy lagoon,
quacking loudly!
So I quacked back!”
At that point in the interview, my “Committee
of Doctors” whipped out notebooks and scribbled
a full five minutes.
Then they conferred. Then, quacked discordantly.
But...the Docs aren’t supposed to be nuts. That’s my role!
-It’s everybody role here. We’re all nuts and we’re all doctors.
You included. It’s an experiment.
-I’m...going back to religion!
-Was that your Rock?
-It sunk me, the way it does folks today.
-Well, what’s so bad about being crazy in the
secular sense? The food is good.
-Chef Otto. He came straight from the Waldorf,
after bursting his screws after a diner’s compliant
regarding a pistachio flan.
-He’s also a physician! Dusseldorf!
-They won’t settle for less than perfection here!
Labels: asylum, crazy, crazy doctors, doctor, insanity, psychiatric treatment
Saturday, September 26, 2015
Who’s Crackers?
-Well I know that YOU’RE crazy.
-We always say that to each other, but...quantify!
-One a scale of one hundred...with...?
-Top being totally bananas!
-I assign you seventy-one.
-You’re kidding! That’s down the homestretch!
-Not at all. Quarter pole. Your future ahead of you.
Murkily. Wet track, you see!
-Sixty-four I’m saying for you, another Mudder.
-Not as coated as you.
-Nope. I’ll be relying on you as I disintegrate further.
-And we’ll both be relying on Stella and Norma.
-My Norma for normal?
-Close to it.
-I’m sorry, but I don’t wanna rely on your Stella.
-Bossy?
-An understatement.
-Doesn’t affect me since I stopped listening.
-Shhhh! They always say we don’t listen.
-The girls have neurotic quiddities, though, and deserve
a number therefore.
-Quite fair. AND Equal Opportunity! Fifty-five sounds
about right.
-In summary, the quartet, in their various personas,
tracks off to Nutsville.
-Can be lovely country around there.
Labels: crazy, friends, friendship, horse racing, insanity scale, marriage, neurotic
Wednesday, August 05, 2015
Volume in Politics
Democratic Strategist
-We always run the same way:
THEY’RE CRAZY! WE’RE NOT!
-But we got our crazies too.
-Few. Far between. Impotent.
Labels: crazies, crazy, Democrat, Left, political strategy, Republican, Right
Tuesday, July 14, 2015
Fetid Tent
-It was easy to become a Republican. Harder to transfigure
into the Laydown Variety. Defined as spouting “You’re right
there, Charley! You got THAT straight!”
-The Party shoving your moral compass right up your ass?
-Point me North. I’m looking for some breeze.
-How about Charlene? And not always CHARLEY all of the time?
-Fuck her! What’s the NEXT thing she’ll want?
-Can’t be answered. But make her black and crazy and run her!
Labels: black, crazy, Laydown Republican, moral compass, Republican
Wednesday, June 10, 2015
The Judy Garland Yacht Basin
Actually, just a small park where
the kids launched their toy sailboats.
But, unknown to Bud, reason for the
slang title, men met there past curfew.
He knew of no curfew himself, often
walking late at night, sitting on a bench
and thinking.
A process interrupted by a police raid
one evening.
Even in a Fascist municipality, he was
quickly dismissed, Judge Roark suggesting
he nocturnally ramble elsewhere.
He kept to his studio apartment, wearing
a path into the carpet.
Until Sudsy, his downstairs neighbor,
remarking on his soft singing one day
in the elevator: "I know why the caged
lion sings."
A knock when one not possible one evening,
and it's Father Maguire. "Trolling," he
claims, "but not in the cyber sense."
Yes, his family had belonged. No he never...
Well, he'd try Mass, uh huh?
He did, and before long was roped into helping
with the Youth Group. Joining Stelly, as the only
singles chaperoning.
She had lost a husband in Iraq, and was mega
serious.
No hope there?
Well, a couple of coffee dates, and much more
talk than both were used to.
Emptying, to reveal the unfortunate truth.
At work, Ripper and Sunday told him of tests
to ascertain whether she was crazy.
Since most were, it seemed the best course
not to apply any.
The big event for the kids was New Years Midnight
Mass, followed by breakfast.
Stelly and he did the cleanup, and he walked her
home post 3AM.
Never to really return to his studio--thereafter only
used for storage.
Well, what Rome doesn't know...?
The Italian Period of Sensed Religious Anxiety
wouldn’t be lengthened, however.
The couple had a small wedding in April, wily
Fr Maguire presiding.
Are they happy?
Two adults, so there's a fair enough chance.
She, of course, is not crazy. A little too much
the other way, but they're working on it.
Labels: Catholic, crazy, crazy women, hook-up, Iraq, Judy Garland, lonely, priest, restless, Youth Group
Monday, October 22, 2012
The March of Slime
When Crazies argue,
the result proves
2+2 = 5. Addition-
al number factors
agitation for us all.
Whereas when Rationals
discuss, they’ve understood
the overall, and compromise
mollifies the other sanes
to some degree, so much
media rashly prods
the truly venomous
to palliate the boredom
of the good. After a spell,
raucous quotes have spun riot
in retaliation for hum-
drum minimal sense.
The diction dives enough
to stir up Talk Radio and
other shit buckets.
Labels: argument, boredom, crazy, rational, Talk Radio
Saturday, May 12, 2012
Hugh going crazy
he thinks. Friends,
as ironists, laugh.
Does himself, of
their persuasion.
Could something be done
at any rate? Urgently? No.
Impenetrable membrane.
At least not tragic
on its surface,
like so much else.
Must, therefore, abide
in pain
like all those others
painting
themselves in-
to surreal corners
of bending corridors.
