Sunday, December 31, 2017
Language of Friends
You think!
-Thank you! I so yearn for your approval!
-You’re gonna die and won’t know what
the fuck happened!
-Does anybody? Besides, you any better?
-Worse!
Labels: control, control freak, friend, friendship, vulgarity
Tuesday, November 14, 2017
Absurdly Dealing With the Absurd
When Jennifer left with
Hobie, Chunzie thought
that wherever love took
them, he should know the
address to forward her mail.
He finally called Beverly,
the other wronged spouse.
Who, dramatically, wanted to
meet with him.
They comforted each other.
Rather too well.
Extracting from her became
imperative.
And was accomplished awkwardly.
In the meantime, Old Man Tompkins
died, and his two sons ordered him
to run things and keep the firm
from bankruptcy.
Which he did, is doing.
And Roscoe the Lab, starts perking
up from his funk missing
Jennifer when Chunzie throws
a week of her embroided panties
(Sunday, Monday, etc)
into a mesh laundry bag and
tosses it among his pillows.
His oldest friend, Yaz, remarks
“Do you have any solutions not
bizarre?”
“Not lately.”
“I’d stop praying to The God
of Chaos right now!”
“He has put me on auto.”
The absconded Romeo and
Juliet finally located in
Cow Gulch, Wisconsin!
“Where else?” sighs Yaz,
“the huge tropical moon over
the cheese factory.
Swaying palms.
Ricardo strumming his Sear’s
Latin Chord Guitar and
wrenching out airs
from old Seville.”
“WHATEVER!”
punctuated Chunzie.
“Life isn’t language.”
“It isn’t?”
Labels: breakup, friend, language, marriage, Romance, running off, Spain
Thursday, July 28, 2016
Trying Proverbs
He decided to live by the side of the road
and be a friend to Man.
Unfortunately, Man stole his animals and
ravaged his crops.
He decided to be a friend to Woman.
Just kidding.
Labels: animals, crops, friend, kidding, man, proverb, Woman
Saturday, December 12, 2015
Final Plan
The Same Conversation
-Okay then, you take a cruise. Two-AM, off fantail go you!
-Done!
-Swim to exhaustion, won't even know when sharks
getting to it. Little guys finishing up, thousands.
-Then?
-Eventually, bleached bones on a beach somewhere.
-Great! I'm scenic!
-Here comes the Science! I study charts, currents, decide
which beach, and the whole gang parties there!
-How could it be better? I'm enjoying it now!
-Uh...invite Dorrie? Your call there?
-Why not? Her whole life's been a fuckin gloat!
Labels: beach, cruise, currents, decay, drowning, Fatal Woman, friend, gloating, punctured affair, science, sharks, suicide
Tuesday, November 05, 2013
Of Great Event
What’s New?
Fashionable friend collapses in swirl of cape
and scarves
Rick runs for a glass of water; Heather fans her
with a wrinkled newspaper out of a box of dishes.
“I’ll come again to this new abode, but won’t look up!”
she finally whispers from her chaotic nest.
“These popcorn ceilings!” hissed Heather. “I told you!”
“And I told you no freakin money to get rid of ‘em
right now!”
Labels: culture, friend, marriage, popcorn ceiling, Real Estate, relationship, taste
