Sunday, December 18, 2016
The Idea
Nerksy was pretty sure it was an idea.
Glads confirmed it and congratulated him,
promising a triple chocolate cake.
But her longtime boyfriend, Professor
Yetnov, asked "But what QUALITY
of idea?"
The rest of the gang booed him.
His questions always ruined things.
Labels: critical, friends, gang, hanging out, idea, probing, quality of ideas, questions
Thursday, November 24, 2016
Kevin and Kevin
K1
We’re a hetero couple having
the same name.
K2
We write about our gang.
***
Glib Death
Only a few seniors in the gang,
and they speak glibly of death.
“I’ll be pushing up daisies by then!”
“When I got outa my car, the door
hit a guy in black carrying a sickle.
Convinced him got the wrong guy.
Won’t work next time!”
More of the same. Not clever,
but lively.
Doc Andy says they’re really scared.
A Podiatrist, and the feet far away
from the brain, we know, but...he
has something.
...
Decisions etc
Lutzy decided! Moderate version
of the Hallelujah Chorus please.
Stow that since he as quickly
UNdecided.
His partner, Mark, going bananas
in this regard.
What the hell! Some of us brood
to produce an uncertain egg,
others talk...and talk...and talk...and...
***
Big One
Monette obsesses about Cancer.
She knows she has it though all
tests negative, and googles its
various forms and treatments daily.
"In Montreal , now they have a
huge machine that...chemo,
radiation."
Oh well! All of it.
Her boyfriend, Murph-Mo runs limos
in Philly.
He transported the latest boy
band last week and bought her
their dvds.
She's already worried about
Little Jimmy who wears a sweater
in all their pictures because he’s
cold.
Maybe she'll knit him a warmer one.
Her obsession may be switching.
Turtle Neck. Icelandic Fisherman’s
style.
It's not brain surgery.
Labels: big decision, Cancer, death, gang, obsession, talking
Sunday, September 11, 2016
Dissecting Behavior
Brill and Aggie chewed over Barb’s remark to Katzy that evening:
Why are you so shy? You’re not that good!
“Well, why IS he so shy?” shrugged Aggie.
“All kinds of shy. There’s the one where the closed one won’t talk because the rest of us are too stupid.”
“I lean that way.”
“Or, being genuinely afraid and timid.”
“Not with a few drinks in him! No woman safe
from hands or wit of ole Katzy!”
“Or, being deeply depressed. Period.”
“Uh huh? Well, which for him? o Great Definer!”
What makes for shy in his case?
“All. None. We’re...great mysteries, Aggie.”
“Bullshit! Not a tenth of an ounce of MYSTERY
in the whole gang!”
Labels: depression, fear, gang, Narcissism, psychology of shy, shy, timidity
