Tuesday, May 31, 2022
Raps
Whatever! put in Rust.
Whichever? shrugs
Lil: It's a Wrap!
she brightens.
Perhaps yes,
perhaps no!
emphasizes
Mrs Snow.
Learning Time
for the moment,
and that she's,
again,
trapped.
By it, them,
and the self
that she must
hug with-
out a word.
Labels: friends, loneliness, love, mystery, rap, self, time
Friday, January 11, 2019
Deep Nitwittery
-Forgot day of week!
-That Altzy?
-Did in my 30s too. So...been gone since then?
-What the hell IS today anyway? THURSDAY? No kidding? What happened to Tuesday and Wednesday?
-What did?
-Some god’s in charge of fucking us both
up with time.
-Yeah? He’s still going strong!
-I...didn’t expect to MUTUALLY disintegrate!
Tragic outcomes being strictly solo? America
being romantic that particular way.
-And therefore Literary? Then, why does it
feel like everything else?
-Never ask that question?
-Why not?
-It’s profound! Thus leave you your
very self in the process!
-I can breathe again!
Labels: Alzheimer's, forgetting, friends, literary, rhetoric of friends, romantic, self concept, self image
Thursday, January 10, 2019
Talking
-I’ve already made a profound statement: being born Female!
-The rest of us seek further development. Butch or Bitch?
-I don’t answer silly-ass media questions.
-Maybe not, but your friends seek
some sort of wished-for words from
you further.
-I...keep discovering my OWN life.
When I truly learn something, won’t
keep any secrets.
-Why should we wait?
-Why indeed?
-Are you...religious?
-DO like that one proverb: Be still
and know.
-
Labels: female, friends, individual, peer pressure, personal, personal question, women
Saturday, January 05, 2019
Too Late Smart
-That Pa Dutch proverb says it ALL.
Too soon old, too late schmart!
-If ever.
-Amen.
-Let me revise that to never. Just when
you got it figured out how to hit the last
bizarre curveball, Mother Nature hits
YOU with one totally unspeakable!
-Sends me to my knees?
-You who are too proud to be beg turn
into the world’s meechiest, lowest,
prideless…
-Stop! Lower than whaleshit?
-Whaleshit is Mt Everest to you!
-So? What’s left?
-Can’t hear you. Can no longer
hear...Labels: defeat, Fate, friends, God, gods, hubris, inevitability, Nature
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
Sunday, October 21, 2018
Playing
“Is it a rhomboid?” Mercy laughed.
Triangle proving inadequate to
describe Bit's romantic entanglement.
“Your ass is a rhomboid!” Bits snapped.
Then...pulling meditatively on their
half-gallon of Ghinny-Red.
For this once-monthly party for two,
they acted like men--they felt.
“Likely figure. One ages...could be...
Rhomboidally.”
….Musing…with dimple...Mercy.
“And, maybe more gracefully
than that?” inquires angular Bits.
“Can always hope. Been shit
up to now!”
“Bottom up!“
“Here goes nothing!” drank Mercy.
“Leave some!”
“Hey! I’M not the Little Piggy here!”
Mercy seemed so sure!
Both women, thus, sensed
disaster for her.
Labels: affairs, friends, men, Romance, single, single women, triangle, women
Saturday, October 06, 2018
Traveling In the Interior
-Left wife to find myself
-Where go?
-India
-That's the place all right.
-After year, and at festival where they
throw colored powder at each other,
I had my Profoundest Revelation!
-Wow! Namely?
-That I was full of shit!
-And Indians?
-Moreso. With colored powder!
-So you came home?
-To unromantic Podunk.
-and wife?
-Had left with dimmer-dimmest wit
she could find!
-He wasn’t full of shit?
-That’s graduate school for him! Well what can I say? She wanted a primitive.
-He’d go apeshit in colored powder!
-At any rate, would be without her
presently.
-Lost his macho thrust, did he?
-Probably not, but you...like to talk
about things sometimes.
-Like with you?
-We’ll be trying. Again.
At last! A romantic note!
-Not a chance!
-Oh? And every chance?
-All at once! Everything’s always
all at once!
-Shame. Hafta find yourself on your
own dime.Labels: deception, finding yourself, friends, self-deception, sex
Sunday, September 16, 2018
Her Ways
Mark refused to get up, so they sent
for Glorsy.
She told him he stunk, and that did it!
Her thing: Tough Love, but to herself,
not.
Indulged and babied Hers Truly!
Infant in us all, to greater or lesser.
Pleased! Delighted, even.
Rarely cries.
Labels: friends, inner baby, love, tough love
Tuesday, September 11, 2018
Roles
Our Jensy so very sweet
she even went crazy like that.
Measured. Softer than soft.
Unlike chums Rita and Lauradel.
Volcanos!
Oh well, boyfriends Benny and Kurt
bore their raging.
Ought to be golden trophies for men
can handle women. (First I thought
display on mantels, but no mantels
in today’s apartments. Okay, add
to Silly Sociology!)
At any rate, Jensy smiled through it
a couple of beats way back when,
subsided.
Resumed Steady-State-Lovely!
No boyfriend, though she’s certainly
pretty enough!
Hey! I just love being around her.
And myself after.
Not enough can ever be said of
such women!
Labels: crazy, friends, group, nervous breakdown, sacrifice, sex role, snap, sweetness, woman stereotype
Monday, September 10, 2018
Conversation Sans Clues
-Your breakup with her remains
the ultimate horror show!
-Worse!
-Okay! But time passes, or even limps.
So, what happened?
-I don’t know.
-Come on! Generalize! Or just play out
a vague thread we both can catch!
-Can’t. Haven’t the least.
-”Precious Dope Persona?” Und Victim therefore?
-If you wish.
-Uh huh? Kleenex round about? I must needs weep!
-I...I…
-A start!
-...fail at everything!
-Welcome to the Club! Now, talk!
-It’s ALL talk with everybody else.
I really DO! FAIL! EVERYTHING!
-Then are you my HERO!!
Labels: breakup, depression, despair, friends, regret
Wednesday, August 29, 2018
Knife Shop
-A complete workshop of plastic surgery,
cuts and pastes and trickeries, has moved into my apartment building. I do believe a titty reduction is my pretty future!
-Good! Because you never wash that
training bra. Typical male filth!
-And a Ball Lift after that.
-Just one? Or can’t find the other in
all the residual old fat?
-Hmmm? Maybe Dr Quick-Knife should
excise that latter first?
-Step one of so many...but STOP!
-Whyso?
-Cease and desist! I’m telling me.
For going along with your macho
self-ridicule implies that you’re
still a man.
-I’m not?
-Nah. You’ve reached the age
when it no longer matters.
-Not even fair game for brainless
ridicule anymore?
-No one gives a flying fuck!
-Why put it that mildly? Total mental
and physical mess...and respected!
Christ! Can I step back?
-No way! Reinforced wall!
-So I can be ever so slightly
amusing whilst no one attends?
That’s my very best till expiration?
-Pardon?
Labels: done, friends, macho humor, Old Age, plastic surgery, ridicule, self-ridicule
Saturday, August 25, 2018
Puzzling Character
-No mystery here, believe me:
Think Crazy-quilt!
-All too much! Main threads being?
-Fear and lying.
-Falling into the male character then?
-Setting the hallmark!
-I think I recognize you. My first
husband!
-Everybody’s.
-Uh? Swinging just the ONE way?
-Moving with the times.
-A broken heart for every light on
Broadway.
-Not quite doubled my quota.
-One way of looking at you then:
ultimately just a crushed faggot!
-Nobody gets one way.
Labels: attitude, bi, character, complexity, friends, male-female, Nihilism, sex
