Monday, February 23, 2015
Rain and Friends
Drifting and Dreaming
A Saturday rain had been almost guaranteed, but not this monsoon!
Kept Hodge in, so he watched the Weather Channel, drifted into daydreams.
Violent ones! He took out Arabs, got medals.
Just an outline. Then, slept for two hours, waking up with ferocious munchies as he was being honored by the UN, but as a steady Man of Peace.
There had been in there a totally unsatisfactory
argument with Gwen. Soon to be ex! he now
proclaimed silently.
A homosexual episode tried to horn in, also. He had
tried before with ridiculous results.
The man was transferred soon after, and he bumped
into him in an airport once. They had a quick drink,
since this Rentz had a date with a pilot.
“Stay with your pilot, but as for me, there's work
to be done!” Hodge shouted over the pounding rain
as he hunted for crackers.
Gwen phoned, promising the deluge would stop
by early evening, so they decided to see a Russian
historical flick.
Gwen laughed at the inept titling. She had taken
a couple of Russian courses at Cornell, and hung
around the department, then in an old house.
Mostly for the food, since two professors cooked
lunch if she brought the ingredients.
After the movie, at the Too-Chaste Coffee Emporium he knew enough to say nothing of the daydream.
"Oh that’s just Walter Mitty!" she would have said.
Most everything of his was dismissed in a literary
manner. She often wore a French beret. Though
tonight, a Yankee’s cap.
Hodge stayed benign, perhaps hung-over from the
vividness of the dreams. She found it refreshing.
He had been labeled Chatty Kathy by her several times.
She snuggled up. Tried to steal his Danish while
whispering amorous plans.
He decided to keep her.
Labels: daydream, dream, fantasy, heroism, homosexuality, monsoon, rain, relationship;Weather Channel, weather
Sunday, March 16, 2014
Alice etc
Chips and Rumpsy
Chips found it on a related search: Borodin (Bor-ah-deen)
Russian Composer.
So when his Chief Accountant made a face at the piped-in music,
he remarked. “Borodin again. He sets up nails but hits just a few."
Hensley looked woefully struck!
Telling it to Rumpsy in their Jack and Jill bathroom, brushing teeth
prior to bedtime. (Which is Jill? their longest running joke.)
“Blip, silly and mean, in the day's dull parade.”
“My mentor always said What good is knowledge if you can't
weaponize it?”
“I knew him. A monster! But skip the pish-tosh and look at me!
I'm getting old!”
They studied the florescent mirror.
“And I?”
“Arrived!”
“Speaking of cruel...”
“I'm a journalist. Facts!”
“You’re so gay! How’s that fact working for you?”
“Better. Bitter. You name it.”
“Let’s stop naming and go to bed.”
“Always your solution.”
“My Mimsey Borrogroves!”
“My Red Queen!”
Labels: Alice in Wonderland, homosexuality, knowledge, knowledge as weapon, relationship
Sunday, June 16, 2013
Queer as Court
The Special Court
He thought about a surprise gift to a good friend.
Rejected the feeling as being against the general air.
The Special Court's hearing of the lurid palimony
suit between two actors, where it condemned both,
still poisoned things.
Though now, this Homosexual Court had strayed
away from its charter in favor of economic imbroglios,
the latest a devilishly complex dispute of two mega wineries.
All in resonance with an Administration who had early set the court up in response to its core of puritan moralists, but recently had settled in to making money for itself and its plutocratic friends.
He shook his head vigorously, as if to rid it of politics.
Anyway, he'd tell his girlfriend. They shared everything. Her warm love would envelop.
And...yet...jealously might fire, too.
Let them set up a court for that!
Labels: court, homosexuality, jealousy, plutocracy
Sunday, March 24, 2013
Wine Snob
-You’ve seen movies. Thus the pouring and sniffing and swishing?
-Not a problem.
-Then you must say something, after a pause.
-Like? “How interesting all attempts to be interesting.”
-Not bad. Some bite and that’s the idea mostly.
How about: “a blunt attempt, more savage than Sauvignon.”
That’s the thrust anyway.
-Veto! That’s too nasty-queer. Wish to maintain my
battered hetero...
-Nonsense! Why knock it and not try it?
-The Betties have ruined me, be fucked if I let the
Bruces start.
-I’m talking love, not your coarse view of it.
-We’re getting far afield of wine.
-Nothing is.
-Glad I’m not paying for these lessons.
-I’m hoping you will. Oh my! Relax, Mr Face of Thunder!
-You’ve seen movies. Thus the pouring and sniffing and swishing?
-Not a problem.
-Then you must say something, after a pause.
-Like? “How interesting all attempts to be interesting.”
-Not bad. Some bite and that’s the idea mostly.
How about: “a blunt attempt, more savage than Sauvignon.”
That’s the thrust anyway.
-Veto! That’s too nasty-queer. Wish to maintain my
battered hetero...
-Nonsense! Why knock it and not try it?
-The Betties have ruined me, be fucked if I let the
Bruces start.
-I’m talking love, not your coarse view of it.
-We’re getting far afield of wine.
-Nothing is.
-Glad I’m not paying for these lessons.
-I’m hoping you will. Oh my! Relax, Mr Face of Thunder!
Labels: homosexuality, snob, wine
Wednesday, November 14, 2012
Hooray for
"Plot involves hairdresser, let’s call him
Bruce, because cliches are easier to deal
with this morning. Anyway, what he
learns from his clients lays the ground-
work for his second career: Cat Burglar!
Anyway, get me a masculine actor.
Anyway, get me a masculine actor.
I’m sick of these pseudo macho men
who camp it up because they’re afraid
we’ll think them queer.
How about Relitzky? Uh huh, yeah, I know. Brute! He eats steel and shits bullets!
Are you finally through? Too hard edged? Couldn’t sell Bruce?
How about Relitzky? Uh huh, yeah, I know. Brute! He eats steel and shits bullets!
Are you finally through? Too hard edged? Couldn’t sell Bruce?
Yada yada yada! No empathy there at all?
I...uh...wouldn’t worry about that.
I...uh...wouldn’t worry about that.
I know him better than you.
And his wives.
(Sings) And the boy he left behind him,
where the River Drava flows.”
where the River Drava flows.”
Labels: Cat Burglar, crime, Hollywood, homosexuality
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
BBC Interview of Virginia Anti-Abortion
Enforcement Group Members
BBC
I guess we must start with the controversies. As you might know, the governor is getting a document ready to curtail
your responsibilities.
COMMANDER JEFFERSON
Hey! Being Cunt Cops, there’s not enough to do.
BBC
Which is what caused you and Commander Lincoln here
and others to stop a Richmond motorist? He says you
roughed him up.
COMMANDER LINCOLN
Well, Commander Polk did.
COMMANDER JEFFERSON
Makes no difference who. We got immunity. Polk just
wanted to make him a man.
COMMANDER LINCOLN
Besides, we all chipped in and bought him a nice pink purse.
COMMANDER JEFFERSON
Eye-talian.
COMMANDER LINCOLN
Now that’s ignorant. We say ghinny where I come from.
BBC
Moving right along....
COMMANDER JEFFERSON
You’re not spose to make the jokes. That’s our job.
BBC
Quite right, uh, accurate.
COMMANDER LINCOLN
Let’s get to the orgy. You’re dying to.
BBC
Okay then, Roanoke Times called it a homosexual one.
COMMANDER JEFFERSON
(singing) When I’m not near-uh the girl I love-uve...
COMMANDER LINCOLN
(also) We love-uve the boys we’re near!
COMMANDER JEFFERSON
All piddle-paddle. Who cares? This Twenty First Century for godssakes!
COMMANDER LINCOLN
Queer shit sells!
BBC
What doesn’t is the much more important accusations of persistent Racism.
COMMANDER JEFFERSON
Stop there, Limey Person!
COMMANDER LINCOLN
Yeah, but you did nail it. Persistent!
COMMANDER JEFFERSON
That ain’t our fault. We’re just Cunt Cops. Look! You hafta be the biggest fool on God’s Green Earth not to know that these are political jobs. My Daddy a State Senator and Linc’s there, Mega Contributor.
COMMANDER LINCOLN
In a perfect world, they’d be co-auctioneers at Slave Market.
COMMANDER JEFFERSON
“What do you bid for this totally sexual woman?”
COMMANDER LINCOLN
“Coal black if that’s your preference!”
COMMANDER JEFFERSON
Did they start with a prayer?
COMMANDER LINCOLN
Nah! That’s now.
Enforcement Group Members
BBC
I guess we must start with the controversies. As you might know, the governor is getting a document ready to curtail
your responsibilities.
COMMANDER JEFFERSON
Hey! Being Cunt Cops, there’s not enough to do.
BBC
Which is what caused you and Commander Lincoln here
and others to stop a Richmond motorist? He says you
roughed him up.
COMMANDER LINCOLN
Well, Commander Polk did.
COMMANDER JEFFERSON
Makes no difference who. We got immunity. Polk just
wanted to make him a man.
COMMANDER LINCOLN
Besides, we all chipped in and bought him a nice pink purse.
COMMANDER JEFFERSON
Eye-talian.
COMMANDER LINCOLN
Now that’s ignorant. We say ghinny where I come from.
BBC
Moving right along....
COMMANDER JEFFERSON
You’re not spose to make the jokes. That’s our job.
BBC
Quite right, uh, accurate.
COMMANDER LINCOLN
Let’s get to the orgy. You’re dying to.
BBC
Okay then, Roanoke Times called it a homosexual one.
COMMANDER JEFFERSON
(singing) When I’m not near-uh the girl I love-uve...
COMMANDER LINCOLN
(also) We love-uve the boys we’re near!
COMMANDER JEFFERSON
All piddle-paddle. Who cares? This Twenty First Century for godssakes!
COMMANDER LINCOLN
Queer shit sells!
BBC
What doesn’t is the much more important accusations of persistent Racism.
COMMANDER JEFFERSON
Stop there, Limey Person!
COMMANDER LINCOLN
Yeah, but you did nail it. Persistent!
COMMANDER JEFFERSON
That ain’t our fault. We’re just Cunt Cops. Look! You hafta be the biggest fool on God’s Green Earth not to know that these are political jobs. My Daddy a State Senator and Linc’s there, Mega Contributor.
COMMANDER LINCOLN
In a perfect world, they’d be co-auctioneers at Slave Market.
COMMANDER JEFFERSON
“What do you bid for this totally sexual woman?”
COMMANDER LINCOLN
“Coal black if that’s your preference!”
COMMANDER JEFFERSON
Did they start with a prayer?
COMMANDER LINCOLN
Nah! That’s now.
Labels: anti-abortion, GOP and Race, homosexuality, Law, law enforcement, Virginia
Monday, December 06, 2010
Campaign In Gear
-It's official! Squeaker, but we won!
-Well squeaker’s your fuckin fault. What the fuck
you been doing?
-Anti-incumbent fever. We hadda beat that!
But, let's celebrate now!
-Let's not. We start in the office tomorrow first thing!
And turning up the jets right away.
-Of course. What...?
-Well you dropped the queer hint into the last week.
-Might’ve been the edge.
-Possibly, but I want ten, twenty point margin next time!
-But, caution! Just still hints at first--we want him
picked again.
-Of course they'll pick him: he fuckin near beat me!
-I got you. We built up to a crescendo where he's
a flaming faggot by election time.
-I like those little cartoon-y ones where a dress
floats around and then lands on him, like.
-We can do that, of course, but, we don’t wanna
one-issue campaign!
-Who says? You gotta get more prick in you fast!
Like Karl Rove!
-It's official! Squeaker, but we won!
-Well squeaker’s your fuckin fault. What the fuck
you been doing?
-Anti-incumbent fever. We hadda beat that!
But, let's celebrate now!
-Let's not. We start in the office tomorrow first thing!
And turning up the jets right away.
-Of course. What...?
-Well you dropped the queer hint into the last week.
-Might’ve been the edge.
-Possibly, but I want ten, twenty point margin next time!
-But, caution! Just still hints at first--we want him
picked again.
-Of course they'll pick him: he fuckin near beat me!
-I got you. We built up to a crescendo where he's
a flaming faggot by election time.
-I like those little cartoon-y ones where a dress
floats around and then lands on him, like.
-We can do that, of course, but, we don’t wanna
one-issue campaign!
-Who says? You gotta get more prick in you fast!
Like Karl Rove!
Labels: compaign, homosexuality, one-issue campaign, Rove
Wednesday, July 07, 2010
The Hypocrisies
Democratic monument
pretends proletariat
whilst joyfully pocketing
Rich Money. Republican?
Ranting on homosexuality
whilst planning a tryst with
a boy. Which greater? Latter
gets the press if not the prize.
Labels: Democrat, homosexuality, hypocrisy, Republican
