Sunday, December 09, 2018

 

Critical Sexes


The Man Who Finds Women Disgusting

Shall I list the habits in order
of vile filth?


The Woman Who Finds Men Disgusting

But you don’t kick a mule
for being a mule.


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Tuesday, November 06, 2018

 

The Greeting


-Still with us?

-At least on this daily walk.

-I read some of your old stuff yesterday.
It doesn’t hold up.

-That good?

-Encouraged?

-Tremendously!

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Wednesday, May 16, 2018

 

Decision


The Man Who Left


Decided
Time.


The Woman Who Stayed


Decided
Time.


Those Hanging On the Fringe


Derided
Both.

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Wednesday, April 05, 2017

 

A Modern Definition of Art


WOMAN 2

spouts inanely re
travails of HERO
and HEROINE.

She functions as
ditzy personality,
cardboard, not bale-

ful character. Feminists
insist her being

written out. Playwright
asks only Could someone
like this exist?


Perhaps your pouty Aunt
Dorothy? Or wittier Delilah?

(Next time give her a prick?)

His grating, prissy rule derided
roundly, play starts losing money. So

Producers order Chuck her!
He still tries sticking with Art.

Has full 24 to soundly luxuriate,
since Fat Jack truly observant.

But next day informed “Fuck you!”
Additionally, "Art is a fart blown
though the asshole of Time!"

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Wednesday, November 25, 2015

 

Dating Over 50


While she caressed scarves in Mais Oui! he stared up
at a motley thunderbolt arrangement suspended from
the ceiling of the shopping center.

An officially nervous young woman approached.
“Are you the man lost his wife?”

“Yes, but many years ago. Another found her."

The large shiny bag, lavender, preceded Joan then.
“Is everything a joke?”

“Yes!”

“I can foresee another of our little SEMinars!”

“Oh please not! I’ll say what you wish! Anything so
I don't have to go on Facebook again!"

“Shush! You're  making me forget my next errand!”

“Does that ridiculously large container hold a
body-length diaphanous scarf?”

“Dream on!”




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Monday, November 24, 2014

 

The Critic


-Stale, flat, derivative, imitative!

-You can tell by looking at one little painting?

-Naturally.

-What if it’s satire, mocking its rigid form?

-It’s not.

-I’ve seen others of his, and they’re fresh and cheeky. He takes chances.

-That’s your view.

-Views. That’s where we differ.

-Whatever.

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Sunday, September 21, 2014

 

Scan


Uncle Harkie

criticized as Mitzi ran through the cable channels.

“That faker!..That idiot!...Stop that imbecile!...
Funny black folks? No thanks!....Young people
mucking everything up. Uh huh?...The News?
When it's about the frauds spose to be giving it?
Off with their talking heads!”


Finally, Zip took out the video camera, throwing
Uncle Harkie's image up on the screen.

“And chuck that fat-faced loser!” he laughed.

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Sunday, December 16, 2012

 

 Singing About Nothing
 

It all came back to him now. Like Sinatra, Pippy had lived
a life that’s full—minus a few women.
 
Something of that feeling leads him to perform My Way at
the Kool Kup’s Karaoke Night.
 
Nothing could have prepared him for the wrath. 

Highlighted by Yocko’s girlfriend, Big Boobs Gladys, as he  
sings of travelling each and every highway:
 
“Yeah, on your knees!” 

This proves chief zinger among many. 
 
Yocko has already chimed in with “Your way? Everybody 
else’s, more like!” 

Even Silent Lucy sings her little parody in the space where 
Pippy puts the mike down to sip a drink and light a cigarette,  
a la Frank. “Regrets, you’ve had a million!”
 
He later speaks of his hurt to Other Harry, who snaps “Who
cares about what a buncha drunks thinks? Besides, it’s the
wrong crappy song for you.”
 
“What’ll I…?”
 
"Sing about nothing next time. Don’t make
yourself a target.”

 

 

 

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Thursday, May 05, 2011

 

The Lousy Artist Explains His Work

and so well, he soon heads
The Museum of Explanation,
next to the original.

It prospers, as he later
tells Osgood Carruthers on

Peripatetic Dockings: “For
people truly don't have time!”

The original repairs to bake
sales, and wry chamber quartets
engaging Romantic Hillbilly Rock.

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