Wednesday, April 06, 2022
Mindset
Carley didn’t wanna talk about it ever!
Ralph T. Walker nodded warily, maintaining
HIS exploded marriage, too, simply
outa bounds! As a result, they seldom
spoke! Amazing how so many innocent things
invoke the scabrous past. They married.
She got pregnant but then
spontaneously aborted.
They both sport bowling jackets
with coiling dragons on the back.
Their only friend, Patsy Hess,
spouts garrulously. One day
cries a solid hour in loneliness.
Her stoic friends don’t notice.
Labels: cold, communication, cruelty, divorce, loneliness, speaking, wounded
Monday, December 10, 2018
-Cremation in the Nation!
-Your wit acknowledges no bounds.
-Hey, it’s the way the ball, like, careens!
Dr Elling and wife, Nathalie, disgusted
at Red’s initial comment as to the family
of eight incinerated in the blazing SUV.
But Red had been puzzlingly depressed
the whole rainy week before that crash
into the huge oak on Appletree Lane.
into the huge oak on Appletree Lane.
Besides, his Secret of Life WAS laughing
at whatever small people thought taboo!
Their little fears would forever bring kicks.
Labels: attitude, behavior, cruelty, detachment, inhuman, showing off, tragedy, wit
Thursday, March 15, 2018
Going Back to Get Back
Registered with Bureau of Revenge
on a whim really.
Oh there were those to get back at.
But nothing Major League.
Save for the one flit who wheedled
the whole room to laughter at my
expense the once.
I tried to walk back his punishment,
but they wouldn’t change their mind.
Given a stammer.
Believe me, his future witticisms
would fall completely flat while
he forced words out!
At any rate, that was enough.
Too small of me, I felt, to go on
with other cases.
But. Not so fast. One against me.
Brought by Jennifer Darlington’s
Sister.
Hereinafter: JDS.
Who claims I met her shaking sister
in a hallway, and she shook so, I
wisecracked “Shall we dance?”
Weak! But it hurt her forever since
she had Muscular Dystrophy.
Who knew?
Now I offered to abjectly apologize!
Wouldn’t work. She’d feel I’d just
turn new words against her!
I’d write it then. Thoroughly heartfelt!
That’s the best way to lie, scoffed they.
Meantime, the computer had made
JDS into JEROME Darlington’s Sister.
All discussion ceased! He the meanest ever!
Sent away then, their wondering if I’d even get homel
Labels: cruelty, hurting, revenge, weak, wit
Tuesday, September 05, 2017
Details in the Locale
Fixing Up
-His girlfriend dumped him so
ceremoniously–-everything but
a brass band!--hardly a corner
in this fair city where they’re
not on Humiliation Watch.
-There to laugh at him uproariously?
-The poorer sectors, yes.
-For richer?
-Thrusts, sophisticated and exquisitely
cruel.
-So, bottom line, everywhere he goes he’s
shamed? Piling on to his wretchedness?
-Whammo! Or weewee.
-People are disgusting!
-Since he won’t but speak two words
or so in his depression, I’m trying
to fix him up with Jolly Judy.
-She’ll lift him!...or talk him to death.
-She’s the only choice. A normal girl
not into therapy, but fun!
-How come you always need to have
fun with other folks, and they’re usually
the worst?
-What’s that movie? Death takes a Holiday?
Well, people let go of their sour funks from
time to time.
-Catch ‘em on the upswing?
-The only way!
-Is the ordinary condition misery?
-Screw you!
The Definition
-They call me dumb. Everybody calls me dumb.
-Okay, now let’s just examine what that means?
-You’re right about that. They’re awfully mean!
-No, you misunderstood.
-See!
Labels: breakup, cruelty, dumb, fix up, friendship, humiliation, mood, piling on, society
Saturday, June 03, 2017
A Small Society
When Hennesy Birdsong’s ten-year girlfriend
left him, we couldn’t wait to revenge ourselves on
The Master Ribber!
The Melody in question, too, left a trail of bright
crumbs regarding their sex life, bizarre and prosaic
at once. Her female chums relayed such, in detail.
So much that we had to plan the precise first jab.
Hart, our most educated, assumed the final,
verbal role.
Something softly literary, yet singularly vicious!
So so cruelly successful that Henzy cried a solid hour,
We piled beer and Fritos in front of him, and grew scared
when the fountains splashed into yet another hour.
He was having trouble catching his breath.
So we phoned our absent Dr Brister, on hospital duty.
“He’ll stop. We all stop.”
He did and wow! The Guilt Trips!
Inquiries have been made as to the exact insult.
But that would be wasting it.
Labels: breakup, cruelty, friends, Guilt Trip, insult, relationship, ribbing
Friday, April 07, 2017
Not Ever Getting Old
Budgey never objected to his
title of Errand Boy, though
almost forty.
But Mr Delser did. When he
took over, Personal Messenger
bestowed.
It was sensed in the small
company, then, that most of
the teasing should cease:
the standard stuff about
not having a girlfriend etc.
Budgey got famous in New Haven,
though, not for his new title, but
because he was attacked shortly
thereafter by a maniac at Church
and Chapel at High Noon.
Beaten with his leather bag,
then with his Converse sneaker.
In front of an attentive crowd.
Last, this maniac, Nels Nelsomer,
wrestled down jeans and jockeys,
and attempted to ram the sneaker into
rectum.
All the while screaming of Puerto Ricans!
At that point, the police arrived, macing
and clubbing the agitated nut into Catatonia.
Mr Delser ordered Budge to take a week off.
When he returned, all his recipients
sympathized, but after a few weeks began
teasing him on the girlfriend matter again.
Then, a development! When Budgey testified
at a preliminary hearing as the State tried
to avoid a trial and stow Nutty Nils into
a facility for the criminally insane, Defense
produced a blurry tape purportedly showing
Budgey eating at the same Lighthouse Point
hot dog emporium as Nils.
Then by a startling leap of logic: the men
had become acquainted, the whole business
blossoming into a romance, etc.
The assault actually a lover's quarrel!
The State had enough of this nonsense, and
didn't even bother proving that the red
and blue messenger bag shown in fuzzy
closeup belonged to A1 Business Expediters,
and not Budgey.
The attorneys conferred and agreed on Nils
becoming a lifelong guest at the Quinnipiac
Retreat. In the Criminal Wing, but that
did not have to be publicized.
Unfortunately for Budgey, the homosexual
angle stuck, and he was teased about it daily.
Sometimes ingeniously.
As an example:
-Where there’s smoke, there’s fire!
-That’d be mire.
-As in muck and...?
-Wheels within wheels in the preponderance
of Queer Business!
His renewed outrage and affront being
funny always. Never getting old!
The police had asked, by the way, if they
could keep the evidence sneaker for their
museum.
He concurred, dollar entrance fee waived
for him in perpetuity.
Labels: boy, criminal insanity, cruelty, piling on, queer, scapegoat, simple, teasing
Thursday, March 24, 2016
Etc
-Let em huddle! Or fuckin drown!
-What kind of American are you?
-An ALL-American!
Labels: All America, cruelty, death of immigrants, huddled masses, immigration, politics of immigration
Thursday, December 03, 2015
Knowing the Competition
Songs, Old and New
Triple-B and Saint Franny showed up early for the picnic.
Monikers for Ball Busting Betsy, and, from History.
Fran once cleaned a shower that had been puked in, saying
“It’s nothing.”
His role of scissoring greens, and hers of tossing and bossing
understood, there was no trouble. Initially. But she began
feeling restless.
Final result: He ends up sobbing and retching under an oak.
Another scalp for her, though much much too small a challenge.
She awaited the main thrust as the gang filtered in.
Uh uh. Everybody as hostile as she.
Jason Terrible snatched the salads away, saying he would
pretty up the work of three year olds! He rode herd on
the Hilton kitchen in real life, so Triple-B overmatched.
“How about you stir your capacious ass and get me some
radishes?”
She did, and was dismissed.
St Franny annoyed everyone, but had fallen asleep.
Triple-B eased past him to the grill people. Where, nobody spoke to her.
She eventually drifted through gossip knots, holding her own, but just.
Oh well, ended up at twilight, sitting over the mud at riverside, her
capacious ass sagging a hammock from the Carter Administration,
and one inch above weeds. Knees shooting up past her ears, bones!
Not a good look.
Sucked on a tall bitter lemon and vodka, half and half.
Passed out.
Jed Aurmel and his former student and present antagonist,
“Hannah” Harks, thought they should do something.
“Maybe she’s dead!”
“Forever bringing up The Ideal, Professor?”
She was actually Millie, but a Hannah had poured water
on a drowning man in an old song.
Labels: ball breaker, competition, cruelty, friends, Hard Hearted Hannah, hostility, picnic, weaponized wit, wit
Saturday, February 22, 2014
Building Emotion
Glenda and I
played together as tykes. I don’t know if it was because our
parents ignored us, but we learned to practice little cruelties.
We were acting–-that was understood–-but tears produced
at times, nonetheless.
Her family moved to a better neighborhood, ending our small
drama, and presently both of us are married to indifferent
partners.
I to Marcia, she Budge.
Once, I met her at Motor Vehicles would you believe?
Getting our pictures snapped at neighboring cameras.
Joked, over coffee, about my Marcia and her Budge as a couple.
When you share a childhood, you can talk about anything.
Labels: acting, children, couples, cruelty
Tuesday, February 04, 2014
Beacons of Political Humor
“Conservatives Are Always Congratulating Themselves
on their wit! Relishing delicious ironies as the abject
Lefties scatter about trying to funerally describe an
asinine reality. Yes! Gleeful Righties keep uncovering
fatter and fatter targets!”
“Well...absent flies to pull wings off.”
Labels: Conservative, Conservative wit, cruelty, lefty, political humor, righty, wit
Sunday, November 04, 2012
Turn and Counter
Society proved cruel
to Jane Eyre. For return
she spent
honest toil,
fidelity, and
affection.
All awful coins.
Society proved cruel
to Jane Eyre. For return
she spent
honest toil,
fidelity, and
affection.
All awful coins.
Labels: character, cruelty, goodness, Jane Eyre, society
Thursday, April 07, 2011
GOP Budget “Cause” Expained
Goddammit! Low Class,
Mid & Senior Moochers
gotta go with less.
What’s not clear? Truly?
Money Tree bare-branched!
Hey! Hamburger good as loin!
& the Rich? Oil ‘em!
They’re the engine!
Ah yes! Thus
stop puking,
boys & girls,
& join up!
Labels: cruelty, Republican Budget, rich-loving Republicans
