Tuesday, January 15, 2019
Heinous
They close in.
Last exit sealed.
Clear Heads:
“Surrender!”
“Surrender!”
Evangelicals:
“Await His Will!”
You have no Faith
and thus pretend.
No one minds.
Labels: behavior, criminal, faith, guilt, heinous, lying, religion
Friday, January 04, 2019
Super-market Karma
-Got somebody’s Bounty Paper Towels.
Didn’t return.
But cheated out of item before...
let’s say small jar of pickles!
-So approximate or ambiguous
scales of justice, okay?
-Has to be!
-Thus, if a woman loses her lovely
husband, will another instantly appear?
-Perhaps after a bit.
-Justice delayed is Justice denied!
-Anyway, I use Salvation Army to
smooth things over in Karma Dept,
throw in tener! Red kettle in front
of Winn Dixie.
-You’re still a criminal!
Ad so on. I'm still teased in my
perpetually amused circle.
None this vague I insist!
Dillinger and Babyface having
much clearer heads.
Labels: checking out, conscience, crime, error, guilt, karma, punishment, super market
Tuesday, April 11, 2017
Criminal Justice, Creative Branch
-You're the nicest criminal yet!
-Thanks. One and done! The guy
was insulting, and I had been
in a frenzy. My girlfriend having
left with most of my clothes.
-Her new fella your size?
-You got it!
-Well, anyway, Simple Assault.
Another shit case to clog the
books!
-Sorry. Not really interesting,
I know.
-Here comes the deal from the
printer. Here! Just sign it.
-Sure! Get it over with! Uh?
Whoa! This is entirely wrong,
I'm afraid. Lots of...financial
double-dealing it looks like.
-We...need someone to admit to
this one.
-But...as much as I'd like to...!
-No jail time! Guaranteed! Maybe
dismissed off the bat from lack
of evidence. Whereas your shitty
little infraction depends on the
judge's mood.
-Oh well then...easy come, easy go!
I become a respected...banker it
looks like...instead of a hothead.
-We’re rising you in status!
-And...can't stop laughing?
-It's the job!
Labels: assault, banker, banking, class among criminals, criminal class, detectives, financial, financial con men, guilt, hothead, no jail time for big financial cons, plea bargain, police
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
Saturday, December 05, 2015
Ancient Transgressions
-When they still delivered in this neighborhood, went out of a morning to get the milk. Bottle showed black and white, all splotchy.
-Defective? Off?
-Sin.
-Wow! Recall your particulars?
-Blocked to this day.
-What a Catechismal doozy! I'm envious! But...you had Confession. Could be absolved.
-Never took, even up to this more ambiguous time.
-So, really, we got a kind of Major League Sinner here!--if I'm not mistaken. And how does Jill-Ann...?
-She's as pure as the driven snow!
-How nice for you?
-...before the road crew rumbles past, plowing huge
ice boulders into your driveway.
-And making it difficult to get around?
-You don't get around Jill-Ann!
Labels: Catechism, Catholic, Confession, friendship, guilt, ice, relationship, snow
Friday, February 22, 2013
Mike and Gladys-Ann Discuss Morality
-He was our little-boy leader. And one day,
stole the last cookie. When his parents confronted
him he put on his famous face of sheer guilt.
-And from that seed...?
-The Chevvy Gang. Drove aimlessly for hours
and then hung out in McDonald's parking lot.
-So? Teen Nothing. Who hasn't experienced it?
Where's the hook to this bland story?
-I don't know. How 'bout his present domicile?
Death Row. Quentin.
-That could be serious.
-Eventually. Anyway, drug killing.
-How marvelous of him to exemplify what
full-of-shit adults warned us of. How the
pettiest misstep early would lead to heinous
crime.
-Evil has steps, as does morality.
-When Marx heard morality in connection to
the obedient bourgeois we all are, he burst
out laughing.
-That's why he's Marx. Rest of us cope.
Labels: crime, guilt, Marx, morality, teen
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Past kept around
only for reasons
of Catholic guilt.
Otherwise, full
speed ahead,
moderately.
Means I’ve learned
nothing? Not so.
Just don’t know
what it is yet.
only for reasons
of Catholic guilt.
Otherwise, full
speed ahead,
moderately.
Means I’ve learned
nothing? Not so.
Just don’t know
what it is yet.
Labels: Catholic, Catholic Guilt, guilt, history
Saturday, May 15, 2010
The Odd Family
Growing up in the place of
drenching guilt and dried blood,
H refused to read the scrawls
on walls, so was judged
simple. When Mrs H entered
she proved of that spirit.
The little H's, too, came to be
laughter and bubble. We waited
for divine retribution
but it never arrived.
Labels: guilt
