Sunday, January 08, 2017
Mayhem Academy
I started with harmless jokes
but the Faculty became restless.
So, offered generalities that
glittered a bit.
Finally "Quantify!" screamed they.
I signaled the projectors, and figures
and graphics sped by, which I tried
qualifying even before they shouted
to do just that!
But it all equaled mess.
The faculty stared fighting each
other, fists with the men, and
severely cutting remarks from
the women.
Though one, Professor Marline Rupp,
smashing a chair over the hammy back
of Doctor Hester Giggons.
My Introducer, Hanley E. Destry, sped
back to the podium to attempt imposing
order.
Finally crying in joy. "Knowledge
is so wonderful! Such a divine process!
We are blessed with this mayhem!"
I had doubts, but agreed strenuously.
Or he'd block my degree.
Sex occurred in the front row, and most
stopped to watch on the monitors.
Cheers.
Labels: :knowledge, academic, academic chaos, academic gathering, chaos, degree, fighting, hothouse, infighting, knowledge industry, multimedia, quality, quantity, sex
Tuesday, April 19, 2016
A Sexual History
The last cruel woman leaves the crude town.
And her mark on the young girls.
Who eventually prove wild and intractable.
The Village Council asks them all to go when
the youngest comes of age.
The young men given a chance to vote through
their representative.
They okay the move.
So, men only, and they fight continuously.
And arm themselves, naturally.
After a year of fatalities, The National Guard raids
one ice-dead of night.
No captives.
The original woman comes back and invites others
via the internet.
They eventually form a squabbling government,
instituting an “Only After Sunset” rule for men.
Labels: fighting, girls, guns, local government, men, National Guard, political squabbles, Sexual Politics, town, women
Sunday, January 24, 2016
Wordsworth
Entirely by accident or Fate?
They meet after a year. She has
softened, and would no longer
say such vicious things.
And he would check his thick head
at the door!
Now the old sickening chaos of their both bolting the apartment at once! hung in the present air.
Neither in a relationship presently, though
the recovery period was over.
Both made excuses not to, but they
ended up in their Chinese Restaurant.
Where the waiter looked puzzled,
but said nothing.
The evening went well, if hurt still tugged.
Until. "How is Wordsworth?" asked he.
The most devastating question possible.
"I thought YOU took him!"
“Well...” she finally concluded in tears,
“somebody adopted him or he’s dead!”
“When you came back for your stuff,
he wasn’t...?” He had to pin it on her,
guilt too horrible.
The evening ended. Both too shaken.
Wordsworth not deceased, but feral.
A table in a cramped room off the kitchen,
where the waiter left plates, before scraping
the contents into the trash.
Wordsworth, gray rail, squeezed in
nightly from the alley, but moved quickly
out this one after sniffing the chopsticks.
Labels: breakup, cat, chaos, Chinese Restaurant, feral, fighting, former lovers, guilt, personality
Thursday, October 29, 2015
Couples
-She's her own worst enemy.
-That's only at work! Goes home
to a World-Class Son-of-a-bitch!
-Then it's tit for tat time?
-In spades! The condo board is tossing
them out. Their interminable fights have
shoved the building’s foundation a full inch!
-So they deserve each other? Big Deal!
Besides, who sees them all the time?
They may have worked a truce.
-And what they're doing to make everybody
else miserable is the result?
-Enough! Life is too short. Let us speak
of a sweet couple!
-A WHAT?
Labels: condo, condo board, couple, couple fighting, fighting, marriage, misery, relationship
Sunday, July 13, 2014
Report of Feuding Couple
-Do not let the sun set upon your wrath!
-Oh yeah, well when we both get home from work,
it'll all fly again! And I'll make my points!
-No you won't. You'll just repeat them.
-Whatever. My Wrath's a mighty bastard! And he
has saved up!
-Poor Jenny-Ann!
-Huh! She's a Fury to stand up to God himself!
-You make it sound like fun.
-It is if she really gets hurt–not Academy Award, but the
real thing. Defeated tears. Bitter, defeated tears.
-Sick.
-I suppose, but it's like a machine can't be stopped.
-Try a little maturity.
-Never again. That just makes you into an asshole like
all the rest.
Labels: argument, couple, defeat, fighting, hurtful comments
