Tuesday, May 10, 2016
Awaiting the Bowel Imagery
-That Crimson T-Shirt Look ain’t cutting it on
my Gramps.
-Angry red on an Angry White? What message?
-Looks like a flaming brick, and the text: Her! AWP!
-And the awful Her in question?
-Darlene Smitts, Dem candidate for Congress.
-Okay then, so, and I’m guessing: Block her?
-Bingo!
-And...AWP?
-Any Way Possible.
-Who came up with...?”
-Limbaugh and Hannity–-a co-production.
-Funded by Koch Brothers?
-What else?
-All for a local-yokel seat?
-No such thing in the New World of Cruelty Absolute!
-Can you say that in French?
-I’d prefer not to.
-Oh well, so what? Your Gramps can’t jerk off anymore,
so he’s got the Republicans.
-They got him. It’s pitiful.
-How about poor Grandma?
-Golf.
-More of a masochist she!
-Anyway, not just high-minded idiocy, because that same
Democrat Gal used to live next door to them.
-Uh huh? Displaying sarcastic scorn at that point in time?
-She and girlfriends with helicopter sounds. And silent-swooping
drone entertainment programs...sort of circular, arms extended.
Pretty in moonlight I must say! I recommend girl-giggles at
midnight to the sourest hater.
-Uh huh? Well, they had their fun, and now must deal with the revenge forthcoming from the Right-Certifiable!
-Can YOU make helicopter sounds?
-Of course but I...
-prefer not to. You must ENGAGE! In order to engage in political
life in Asylum-America!
-Well, anyway, God just can’t keep shedding his grace on the
Righteous Right. Too many murders ensue.
-Oh yeah? Well HE, and THEY, invite YOU to blow it out your ASS!
-All this way without one bowel image, and now this!
Labels: bowel, Congress, Democrat, drone, election, Hannity, helicopter, Idiot Right, Koch Brothers, Limbaugh
Wednesday, March 23, 2016
Soundscape
He woke up to the world CLANKING!
Then the alarm buzzed like a thousand
hornets!
He eventually microwaved pancakes,
but ate them fairly clammy since
the oven had roared so.
Okay. Okay. So the Big Noise had
beset him. Others had written on the
Internet not to bother with the
expensive remedies and prescriptions.
Useless.
After a week, would go away, they promised.
He thought he could stand it. The acid
test: Head Librarian, MRS Aldo Barsi,
whose voice ground glass anyway.
The next apartment’s pretty teen always
sang of a morning. Dulcet. This one,
a drunken chorus of cruel Masons.
When the diesel bus came to pick him up
it sounded like a hundred.
Mr Detts announced the stops. He clamped
his ears against him this morning. But when
he got to his destination, couldn't avoid the
extraordinary clash of "Merve and Grove
Avenues, CROSSROADS OF THE WORLD!"
He smiled back at Driver Detts. No use
revealing one’s malady of the Big Noise.
The smiley types always reported things.
His schedule, thank God, favored him this day.
He had only to show a World War Two
propaganda film to ten separate classes from
Mother Cabrini High.
He tried to not be overfirm in shushing
the girls, though his head was exploding
from their super-raucous chatter!
Peeling Vegetables For the War Effort
“What a load of shit!” each class proclaimed.
Regarded the film as an treasured antique
and didn't appreciate the girls' fashionable
cynicism.
Then, the Head Librarian wished to see him!
That would kill! Kill!
But he caught a break, the only one ever.
She had thrown her husband out that morning
and was hot! Not in her usual icily corrective
mood. So, she cancelled!
On the bus home he blurted out his Big Noise
suffering to Mercy Collins, who put a large
hand on his knee. "Life goes too quiet anyway,"
proclaims she.
Who gets off at his stop and follows him up
to his apartment. He serves her Earl Grey
Tea, and he's Earl Grey to her from then on.
She's more active-minded about the BN
and orders a white-noise hearing aide.
The drone delivers an hour later by throwing
it through a cellar window.
The crash of broken glass terrifies him, of
course. Avalanche! But she fetches it, and
tunes it to his liking. Then cuddles him,
singing Irish lullabies. Which he can hear
as in a childhood dream.
She never leaves, which is the second only
break he has ever received.
“You turn me on, Earl!”
Labels: drone, Earl Grey, future, library, noise, overwhelming noise, Romance, sound
Friday, December 06, 2013
Importance of the Longevity of Aubergine
21st Century Warfare
They droned them quite dead, three
spare children in a row, and then built
a school could be placed down in California.
People came from a hundred miles to see it.
I complained that my children couldn't attend such
an edifice, so they compensated me with two crates
of eggplants. Purply plump!
We're very high in the mountains, never grown here,
so we worked them into our traditional recipes.
Too, an old gardener took the seeds and nursed them
in his hut. Eventually hitting on a strain we could use.
Now we're famous for our eggplant dishes, and the school
is falling apart.
The rebels store arms in the Arts Pod.
Labels: arts, drone, eggplant, mountains, school, war
Monday, April 30, 2012
Extravagant in Color, Lurid with Breathless Deeds*
-Lopez been eating some of his spick-garlic shit
A/C can't handle? Next time I want shift beFORE him
Oops! Drone Screen Three, and mucho running
Into ragtop bodega.
-Quartet of bad actors huddled in there with civilians
-Let’s be democratic and give ‘em all Academy Awards.
-Done!
-Jesus I love that brutal flare! Just eats the screen!
Bye bye bodega.
-Freedom!
-Fuckin whatever.
*Red Badge of Courage
Labels: drone, modern war, ragtop
