Friday, June 03, 2022
Woman died in tortured sleep,
then forgot.
Since mini-fridge in garage needed cleaning:
new rags already inside…alongside bottle
of Hawaiian Noon?
Too, Boy-underpants, fresh from film, with slit
holding feather duster: Sorta object d'art?
Husband expires in pileup on I-4 two weeks ago.
Phoning? Of him? She's too busy dusting.
Sips the coconut drink after, sitting on crates.
Wonders...legs wide in PJ bottoms...how live now?
Space-tshirt wonders also...
but NASA things.
Labels: chores, death, renew, widow, Woman
# posted by motleycrisp @ Friday, June 03, 2022
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Thursday, May 19, 2022
Old Karens
never die! ("Hey, Limp-
Dick?" begins she
some dig.)
They just piss away
every which way.
Labels: death, die, female, Karen, male, Old Soldiers Home, sarcasm, Sexual Politics, sissy
# posted by motleycrisp @ Thursday, May 19, 2022
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Monday, March 28, 2022
inexplicable
how some pigs
led to slaughter
enjoy walking there
Labels: death, Fate, pigs, slaughter
# posted by motleycrisp @ Monday, March 28, 2022
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Friday, December 14, 2018
Bud & Chuck
-Now! What gonna do?
-Die! What’s left?
-Any details?
-Yeah! Trying to do it
without inconveniencing
anyone--and especially
myself!
-Don’t know if you can.
Life consists of being a
pain in the ass.
-But you can knock it off
from time to time.
-Only to save your friends,
family, marriage, job…
-Stop! What I’m attempting here!
-What about...prayer?
-Can’t see it!
-Oh?
-But can’t see it hurting either.
-Then, is the terminal stage of
life, ambiguity?
-Undoubtedly better than knowing
everything!
-Yup.
-But just.
Labels: burden, death, decision, friends, struggle
# posted by motleycrisp @ Friday, December 14, 2018
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Thursday, December 06, 2018
Anniversary
The Conservative’s death is marked
by his children.
Softball Tape still plays well: earnest
adults and adorable toddlers.
He’s additionally toasted on the rich
occasion by crooks worldwide.
Labels: Big Business, Conservative, death, government, illegal, Law, rich
# posted by motleycrisp @ Thursday, December 06, 2018
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Tuesday, November 13, 2018
-What's Euthanasia?
-Means you know when
you’re going.
-Is that good?
-Six of one, half dozen of
the other.
-My usual odds?
-Don’t knock ‘em!
-Best we can do?
-Hell yeah! Don’t rock the boat!
-I died...and was reborn a cliche!
-You’d be lucky!
Labels: cliche, conversation, death, Euthanasia, luck, odds
# posted by motleycrisp @ Tuesday, November 13, 2018
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Sunday, November 11, 2018
The Woman Expressing Herself In Numbers
Such as “Death? I don’t worry.
Being three-quarters there!”
That fraction, and she,
collapsed
one massive afternoon.
So?
Go figure!
Or don’t.
Her relatives and friends
chip in,
buying time,
and tunes,
to see her off, thusly
spare a dime,
Brother.
Labels: death, figures, fractions, math, percentages, predictions
# posted by motleycrisp @ Sunday, November 11, 2018
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Tuesday, October 02, 2018
Battlers
-Yeah, but he had fifty
pounds on you!
-I repeat! Got equal licks in!
-How is that possible?
-Equalizers! Cinder Block
down on head as an
example!
-You could hardly lift one!
-Had been working out...
stood on chair AND... !
-Coulda killed him!
At the least, given him
Brain Damage!
-Latter be impossible.
-At any rate, somewhat violent
indicators you two HAD to split, no?
-Just about there when he got
deathly sick, and I Florence
Nightingaled.
-Saintly of you!
-Till the end.
-Sad!
-Like, Perfect Gentleman...
though a Lady.
-I can't HEAR any more sick shit!
-Just Life.
Labels: combative couple, death, Romance, sacrifice, violence
# posted by motleycrisp @ Tuesday, October 02, 2018
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Saturday, September 15, 2018
The Man Softly Fair In Everything
newly succumbed to
The Persistent Rager.
Leaves daughter
gorging on Swashbucklers.
Living with a succession
of abusers.
Labels: Cancer, death, fairness, mildness
# posted by motleycrisp @ Saturday, September 15, 2018
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Wednesday, August 22, 2018
-30-
The thudding once
arriving and
you owe us
for the promises
we’ll keep for you.
Not all of course.
I see the bright
ones still undone
making you light-
hearted, finally
uncharacteristic, but
there we have it!
Labels: character, death, finality, promises, tomorrow
# posted by motleycrisp @ Wednesday, August 22, 2018
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Friday, August 10, 2018
Old Question
Where,
presently,
the moss?
Can you hear it?
(We talked between the rooms,
|
Until the moss had reached our lips,
|
And covered up our names.)
|
Labels: allusion, death, Emily Dickenson, poetry
# posted by motleycrisp @ Friday, August 10, 2018
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Thursday, July 12, 2018
Expected
-You’re getting there! Last Stop! You should
sum up.
-Bullshit! I keep doing! Going ON!
-Getting too late.
-Good!
-Best to add it up. No one will bother
doing it when you’re gone!
-And they say there’s no good news!
-Is everything nothing then?
-At some point.
Labels: death, future, legacy, memory
# posted by motleycrisp @ Thursday, July 12, 2018
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Wednesday, July 11, 2018
Retrospect
-As Reaper looks on approvingly,
chaining cigarette breaks...
-She gives stuff away?
-To the bareass walls!
-All that accumulation! All those years!
-Definitely!
-Years I wasted! Gone for ill and nothing!--so much neurotic and weak.
-Nonsense! You “You’d.” What more
could be asked?
-MUCHO negative shit in there!
-It’s a whole freakin package with
everybody.
-That bad?
-Designed by God.
-Will He answer questions?
-Of course not!
Labels: accumulated goods, conduct, death, giveaway, God, Reaper, waste
# posted by motleycrisp @ Wednesday, July 11, 2018
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Wednesday, May 23, 2018
Exit Visa
-Guys your age are corking off! More each day it seems.
-Hope when it comes it’s fast!
-Knowing you, you’ll be bellyaching loudly! But no one will listen.
-Sounds about right.
-It didn’t hafta be this way!
-Yes it did.
-You wish to die the person you…?
-Affected? Naturally!
-Has to be something more real about Death.
-He doesn’t need either of us. Is that
real enough?
-It’s lonely without THAT! So chilling to
see we’re left only with each other.
-It’s a crap shoot!
-C-H-U-T-E?
That too.
Labels: death, dying, Friendship.Attitude, loneliness
# posted by motleycrisp @ Wednesday, May 23, 2018
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Thursday, April 26, 2018
Chance and Skill
-Mr Death is henceforth sitting in?
-You’ve played against stacked decks before?
-All of them.
Labels: cards, death, mortality
# posted by motleycrisp @ Thursday, April 26, 2018
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Friday, April 20, 2018
How Life Sounds
-Ralphie couldn’t have loved Sol more!
-For years and years...if I understand?
-Distilled it on his blog. A beautiful tribute!
How do I…?
-Just Google A Big Jew Passes.
-Oh? As a fellow Big Jew, I don’t
know how much I like that.
-His way.
-Lots of haters too!
Labels: antisemitism, death, grief, love, pain, tribute
# posted by motleycrisp @ Friday, April 20, 2018
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Saturday, April 07, 2018
Which Dying Person Will You Be?
The one sneering FOUL!
at Life? The one howling
in pain? Or that individual
so sedated as to be stupid,
retarding what’s left? How
about bargaining for
a window unpinned,
letting in the music
of children’s games?
Labels: bargaining, children, death, dying, dying choices
# posted by motleycrisp @ Saturday, April 07, 2018
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Monday, January 15, 2018
“Found a Peanut”
At Jump Rope,
her sweating mix
“It was Rotten.”
of twilit arms, legs,
vapored curses!
“Ate it anyway.”
Matured to
BREATHTAKING!
Thus far, 2
suicides in her wake,
3 leavers of organic wives,
with their organized lives.
She’s just warming up.
What done to spur such
heated outcomes?
Not much of anything.
Vital as example
of sheerest beauty,
she faintly learns
to do
as little
as possible.
Since you die anyway.
As many did last night.
And every night.
Labels: beauty, death, Fatal Woman, femme fatale, Jump Rope, Jump Rope Rhymes
# posted by motleycrisp @ Monday, January 15, 2018
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Friday, December 29, 2017
A Life and Death Matter
-Well, he’s finally at peace!
-How do you know that?
-I’d hate to think that Death
doesn’t end Life.
-Never hate to think anything!
-Oh?
-For example, I’m thinking of
...a sandwich.
-I see.
-Meatball and Peppers.
-TWO!Labels: at peace.friends, death, life, sandwich
# posted by motleycrisp @ Friday, December 29, 2017
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Sunday, December 24, 2017
The Professor At the Bar
-He grew up loving to laugh!
-Wonderful!
-But Life gave his laughter an acid tinge.
-Sad-bad.
-Died of an Acute Sarcastinoma!
-Never heard of one of those.
-They're all around.
-I must watch, uh...?
-whither thou goest!
-That too.
Labels: bar talk, death, experience, sarcasm, tone
# posted by motleycrisp @ Sunday, December 24, 2017
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