Sunday, October 14, 2018
Darker Proverbs
-”Every man for himself!
And God for nobody!”
-So instead of God
as merciful and
all-seeing…?
-giving not one
Flying Fuck, rather!
-Can't accept that!
-Or won’t?
-Same.
Labels: cynicism, folk wisdom, God, irreligious
Tuesday, May 08, 2018
Economic Determinism, USA
Your Fixer laughs not to worry,
since he has choreographed for
even more circuitous thieves.
You breathe deep the fullest draught
of all, the anti-bureaucratic one! Ah!
Nice daydream, but as Middle-Class
you can’t afford such services--unless
you join his internet pool.
And even then he must be running
a Special.
So. Patience. Rome wasn’t extorted
in a day!
Besides, vast vistas of graft open to
those not really wealthy.
The non-lazy, non-wetback, etc.
It’s a Democracy after all!
Labels: cynicism, fix, government, graft, immigration
Saturday, March 10, 2018
Saga of Modern Sort
One Nervous Cat
before that,
decided on my
thirtieth birthday
to thereafter half try.
It saved me! Hey!
Not perfectly. Lost
two marriages and
one ridiculously
extracting position.
Settled in with my
Stelly, whose lazy
ass rivaled my own.
We both work
for her Dad who,
if he got one thing right,
be the first.
Our Yuppie kids, one
of each sex--though
which, shifts--
have theories
for everything,
and call bs
on all else.
Label us absurdly
clueless.
Who cares?
Well I do!
With Stelly.
Half.
You too
can sound
what to do. Hurtful
World refracts you
cynically? Turn the
lens around.
Labels: cynicism, half try, marriage, match, Philosophy, plan, Yuppie
Wednesday, November 22, 2017
Time and Place
-Where am I?
-Is that an existential
or geographic question?
-Geo alone.
-Crystal Lake.
-That fetid pond of muddy
bottles out there is...?
-Two cleanups a year. Participate
and receive twenty-percent off
coupons at Burger King.
-Oh mad joy!
-Uh huh? Similar to that felt
in the cars scattered round
the lovely lake as we speak.
-No need to describe that.
Except hurried.
-Life is short.
-I'm thinking...long?
-You hafta get some fun in you!
-In this time and place, must
work too hard.
-You need good woman!
-As rare as good man?
-Maybe a tie.
-Dreadful!
-Jury's out.
-Let them stay there.
They're ordering-in Italian.
-Only right decision they'll make.
Labels: appearance and reality, attitude, complaining, cynicism, depression, friends, Nature
Thursday, May 11, 2017
Her Existential View
-Get anything?
-Three things: Pair of honchos full of shit! Sarts
and K. Moose.
-That’s two.
-Third is thing itself! Just as full of shit!
-Don’t you think everything is?
-So far.
Labels: Camus, cynicism, existentialism, night school, optimism, Sartre
Saturday, April 08, 2017
Men No Longer Young
-And for bonnie Annie Laurie
I'd lay me down and die.
-Isn’t that doun and dee?
-Speak English! Don’t add to
the problem!
-Anyway...we've said it.
-But he meant it!
-His problem. They’re only bonnie
for starters.
-And what are we for starters?
-Who gets to start anymore?
Labels: Bonnie Annie Laurie, cynicism, experience, promise, Romance, youth
Sunday, February 26, 2017
Change
in the Gang
-I respect Del and Rands and Tessie. And they’ve
started praying together.
-Bullshit with long faces?
-That’s IDEA, mere REACTION! I start everything with people.
If they’re decent, may be something to what they say and believe.
-And cost you nothing to wait?
-Exactly.
-As the old song says “I’m waiting for ships that never come in.”
-Keep waiting.
-A stupid choice. And nice.
Labels: choices of friends, cynicism, friends, Hope, judging friends
Friday, December 30, 2016
Storybook Land
-I think a lot about the happiness
of others.
-You WHAT`?
-You heard me.
-Storybook Land! If you're unhappy,
find another book.
-Well I'd rather be in Storybook Land,
than your place of unrelenting cynicism.
-Is it true that nobody dies there?
They're corking off left and right
around here!
-I'll pray for you.
-Get others there to do the same,
a Murmuring Hootenanny!
Labels: altruism, cynicism, happiness, Romance
Wednesday, December 07, 2016
POLITICAL HOW-TO
-What counts is EMOTION!
-So you sex up dry facts?
Easy come easy go!
-Something like that. Sex up, half
make up. Like, Totally INVENT!--
why not?
-MOTHERS DON’T LIKE LIES!
-Send bonbons.
Labels: cynicism, lying, political exaggeration, political invention, political lying, politics of cynicism, sex up
Thursday, November 17, 2016
Krill and Moe
-Let us speak of the American Economic Miracle!
-Where the entirely crooked businessman breaks no laws?
-When he dies they’ll screw him into the ground!
-Saving, thus, casket price? You’re just jealous.
-I’ve missed many thieving opportunities.
-Your loss is my pain.
-Genuine?
-Nah!
-Then...is nothing?
-Bingo!
Labels: American Dream, business, crook, cynicism, Economics, legal crooks, Nihilism, tax evasion
Thursday, June 09, 2016
Short Enough For You?
-How long have you been irrelevant?
-Seems like forever.
-You’ve lost out on a lot!
-Easier on the nerves.
-I’d think harder.
-Product of Brainwashing!
Labels: anxiety, Brainwashing, cynicism, prevailing thought, relevancy
Friday, February 26, 2016
Deserving
-Then I married Trudy Trueheart.
-How’d that go?
-She became Flora Falseheart.
-Tragic!
-The girlfriends ran a bitter school.
-That was their role; what was yours?
-Always the same. I was born crooked.
-Like Original Sin?
-Like to think so, but nothing is original
with me.
-When you die they’ll screw you into the
ground!
-Save on coffin.
Labels: character, crooked, cynicism, dishonest, experience, girlfriends, marriage, Original Sin
Friday, January 22, 2016
Art in the 20th, 21st Centuries
-He stuck a finger up his ass and smelled it.
-Good Lord!
-Lingeringly!
-I wouldn't go back to the aesthetics of that time
for anything!
-Not without the violence of this one.
-Combine the two?
-An American Solution for sure!
-What's a European one?
-Leave the finger in
-An Asiatic?
-Praise the finger from the viewpoint of the asshole.
-Haiku?
-The preferred small form of the largely pretentious.
Labels: American Art, art, Art Criticism.haiku, Asiatic Art, cynicism, disgust, European Art, experimentation
Tuesday, September 01, 2015
The Transformative Moment
-I was addressing a mob of Southern Cretins
when it kicked in!
-Thereafter, you believed the righty bullshit?
-Amazingly!
-You departed The Bank of Cynicism and
never returned.
-I wouldn't say that, not exactly. In my personal
life I still fuck immensely around. And not cynicism, Play!
-Would God approve?
-Can't live on Him alone.
Labels: cynicism, God, hypocrisy, political hypocrisy, politics, politics of cynicism, Right, Southern
Tuesday, August 18, 2015
Played Out
The Big Exhaustion
When Smitty caught The Big Exhaustion, he stayed home and
watched familiar reruns. Soon he switched off the TV and
recited the scripts by heart.
Then, he rewrote them until they morphed into entirely different
shows. Thus, Gilligan’s Island became Mother Knows Worst.
At any rate, he amused himself. Those who didn't passed.
But there were no funerals because the undertakers had BE also.
Just about nobody went to work, though he tried again and again.
Luckily, his automated train kept running. But when he did finally
get to the office, he was alone mid computers all set to search
The Big Exhaustion. No cure, of course, regardless of the health
whackos and their exotic juices. Others averred you’d need gold
bars to buy your way to care.
Those juices abandoned at the office were tasty enough, but useless.
When Dilly Hotz managed to make it in, long dormant thoughts
visited him.
And her. But, no go. Both just tired out of their minds.
They lost track of each other when dogs invaded the company and
ate the envelopes.
It took him two days to walk home through empty streets because
the train just stopped and no one could stir to repair it.
Now only the Southern Stupid shows played on TV, and he proved
too finished to try rewriting their drivel.
So, he turned off the sound and just watched the girls.
Banners across the bottom of the screen announced the authorities
were trying to meet.
Also that The Big Exhaustion had simply quit New Zealand.
And people swarmed the streets and lanes!
America's turn would come. Heading our way!
Hawaii sparked up soon after. Aloha Moments everywhere.
He smashed into the 7-11. Took hours, and only Rice Crispies
remained.
His farts smelled like rice, but it wasn’t all that bad.
Finally, Smitty relented and rewrote the Southern Stupid shows
as Travelogues For Morons. He called it his Southern Strategy.
When NFL took over every channel to replay Bruk Utzler receiving
Lineman of the Week around 2000, Smitty did a video awarding
himself Weak Man of the Line.
Then he pondered: Had Dumbing-Down been the first condition
allowing The Big Exhaustion to take root?
All large questions on hold as The Big Exhaustion suddenly ceases!
Laughter everywhere, and people screaming at their kids!
Smitty decides to do parodies of his parodies, knowing that
never works.
Labels: cynicism, dumb down, entertainment, exhaustion, NFL, parody, Southern, Southern Strategy, TV, video, working, writing
Saturday, November 22, 2014
Yet Another Take on Modern Life
Commercial Director
-Get me the ugly little broad with
the enormous ass!
-Again?
-I like her! Doesn't turn all Betsy-Wetsy
when I scream.
-Do you care about the product this time?
-Never. All the same.
-Well, some background anyway: Whole Body
Makeup applied with a shovel. She punches
men before she discovers it, then gets all
fluttery-buttery and flirtsy-wirtsy after.
-Another Commercial Miracle!
-That latter part softens her image, though.
Her agent might not like...
-Hey! Like, dislike! That's the old rhetoric!
Each person a circus today.
-And if Madame Za-Longa is shot from the
canon and freezes mid-air?
-Crank her to the target or we all starve!
Labels: Circus, cynicism, language, modern life, TV, TV commercial
Monday, July 14, 2014
Just Like That
Chapter One
-I’m outa gas with all my stupid lines, and fixated on Delly.
-Delly! That Strawberry Blonde? No dirty male sock has hit
the floor of her apartment in many a year.
-Has she swung the other way?
-She swings no ways. Done. Finito! Case closed, as we say
in the trade.
-It’ll take the cleverness that has fled me.
-The bullshit you mean.
-If you will. I’m done, you’re right.
-How about your self? Not much of a commodity but what you have.
-She’s a beauty. She’ll laugh.
-Laughing is halfway there. Seriously, how about a direct approach
where you tell the truth? “Just the facts, Ma’am.”
-How...can you recognize...?
-Trust yourself! You’ll be giving evidence as to your physical and
moral fitness.
-I hardly think much of the person you’re referencing!
-Humility. She’ll eat that up! Go under her window like Romeo.
-So, get under her window and...?
-Howl.
-Not much of that in my family.
-How about moaning?
-I can do moan.
-And when she opens the window...!
-Throws open the sash, in poetry.
-Very well! Tell her it’s urgent that you speak to her!
-What if she says no?
-That’s when you must sustain.
-How so?
-Say anything! Keep the babble up to wear her down.
-What if I wear down?
-You can’t! Hafta get up to that apartment!
-For the male sex?
-Screw the rest, for yourself!
-Okay I’m up there. What...?
-Tell her you can’t live without her!
-The truth again? That’s tough for somebody who...
-Forget all that. A New Dawn!
-But...you’re...half kidding, yes?
-Just half. It’s the cop in me. Lotzaluck!
-I just might fool you.
Chapter Two
He had been watching before clerks opened the stores
on Church Street. Chief thought a rash of vandalism
could spread there from the surrounding neighborhoods.
His friend flew by in his red Mitsu convertible, scarves
flinging back from a strawberry blond.
Chapter Three
The Lieutenant’s champagne-fueled Wedding Speech has so
many cynical asides from a bed of mush, his wife gestures
for him to sit down.
That, the second shot; the first being his friend succeeding.
Labels: cynicism, giving up, police, Romance, romantic advice, romantic strategy
Sunday, June 29, 2014
Tote Sheet
Whenever Mark called on
for a small public gesture,
like a toast at a wedding
reception, his Gladys
whispered “So pathetic.”
Tuesday last
he bent in half
and gave it all over
leaving a coffee shop.
She held form.
Labels: "Art" of Getting Ahead, couple, cynicism, death, judgement, relationship
Thursday, March 20, 2014
The Devil's Advocate
Often preceded by Play.
As if to simulate Evil
will best ready us for
its inevitable, hateful win.
So say cynics, anyway. They
should probably go out more.
Labels: cynicism, devil, evil, getting out more
Sunday, March 09, 2014
Duality
Guys at Philosophy
-Just tell ‘em what they wanna hear!
-Excuse me, this twenty-year scotch has
definitely addlepated. We talking politics
or women?
-Both! Wake up!
-One of these days.
-The naive get crushed in this town!
-Then the ladies’ll weep at my pitiful constitution.
And give me what I want.
-Not if you’ve nothing to trade.
-Were you always a prick?
-Born.
-And you’re always receiving awards!
-Should tell you something.
Labels: cynicism, politics, recognition, Romance, women
