Saturday, January 19, 2019
Numbers
Colorless Dirk
sensationally absconded,
Gwendie chose a woman!
Three...turns out.
Stop here.
Same waste.
Labels: breakup, leaving, men, pardners, sex, women
Sunday, December 09, 2018
Critical Sexes
The Man Who Finds Women Disgusting
Shall I list the habits in order
of vile filth?
The Woman Who Finds Men Disgusting
But you don’t kick a mule
for being a mule.
Labels: criticism, dirty habits, men, women
Wednesday, December 05, 2018
The Woman Who Couldn’t Count to Four
Had tried, with disastrous results!
Adored men! A collector.
No end to her cleverness, she’s
now on 3gg.
Himself, a self-professed wit.
Labels: cleverness, intellect, men, strategy, wit, women
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
Monday, September 24, 2018
I just know that she’s impossible!
I get teased about my robot girlfriend.
“Emily Bronte.”
Writer when it meant something.
The Programmer seems bent (Stop
right there!) on reviving such an
era, for I must submit my criticisms
of her in narrative form.
Most focus on her coldness.
His criticism of me, and hers, is that
I fail at warming her up.
Maybe I do, but I’ve tried everything!
Up(?) to the level of silly, impromptu
gifts. So juvenile and embarrassing!
Can one apply “frigid” to a robot?
At any rate, she has driven me
irredeemably nuts, and I probably
should consider other builds.
Another Emily looks promising, Dickinson.
But, my Emily has gotten wind of it,
and turns frantic!
She claims she’ll do anything to
keep me.
Anything!
Enter the sexy and romantic Emily.
Wow!
Next month pure ice again. Uh huh?
My narrative to the Programmer leaves
nothing out of this craziness!
Sordid pages and pages!
Then he comes up with the
BIG REVEAL!
She’s really a human female woman, and I’M the robot.
Build Number M-51186921, Raymond Chandler.
I’m offered robot molls from his novels.
Such sexy ones!
But I simply cannot leave my Emily!
Labels: character complexity, Literature, love, men, quirks, robots, Romance, women
Friday, July 06, 2018
The Great Big Bonanza of Nothing
-Marcy and I wasted an afternoon helping Jerr remember what he forgot.
-A big deal?
-Nah, there are none anymore for him.
You reach a certain age…?
-So the two of you pretended?
-We’re used to it with each other.
-All of it sounds like Life is a Great Big
Bonanza of Nothing!
-Much less than that unless you
have friends.
Labels: acting, friends, men, Old Age, reality, relationship, women
Saturday, June 16, 2018
The Feminine View of History
-Have you watched World Cup?
-Dive-o-rama? Wouldn’t miss it!
-Not since nuns acted out minor biblical
stories, has there been such excitement!
-Be still my heart! But there IS... extraordinary footwork, yes?
-Any collection of ragamuffins does
it as well.
-At any rate, the Greats are even greater
dramatists.
-Like common schnooks fetching the mail and slipping. But then the horrible PAIN!
-Passing o’er their supremely ugly brillo-
bearded faces!
-Academy-Fuckin-Award!
-And often it’s a phantom fall with no
other nun in the vicinity.
-The facial distortions even worse then!
-What a thoroughgoing girly-girly fraud!
-And they wonder why it doesn’t catch
on here?
-We have our politics. Where men are
whiny broads also.
-And the women more butch than men!
-The former should learn this Fairy Soccer!
-Oh no! Heavens to Betsy! That would
so SO! frighten the European cream puffs whilst they flop!
Labels: "football", Academy Award, acting, diving, feminine, flopping, footwork, fraud, men, soccer, women
Wednesday, February 28, 2018
Now You Know
Frankie shot Faithless Johnny
thrice. And
when the third shot hit him
was a new man’s face in Hell!
Satan explained how each instantly
put on The Wall of New Faces
and showed it to me. Vast!
“But...there’s a separate wall for
women’s faces then?” I puzzled.
He shrugged “No women here.
Ever.”
“Hell male?”
“Exclusively!”
“Somehow I like that!”
Labels: Frankie and Johnny, Hell, men, Satan, women
Thursday, December 28, 2017
Brace
I loved Ada because she wasn’t crazy
That steady state changed, though,
under the influence of her girlfriends.
NPT-Feminists.
No Prisoners Taken.
Soon our relationship became a debate.
And I responsible for the sins of my
boorish brothers.
Well, a relationship is tough enough
without one party discovering
The True Faith.
Coincidentally, Faith has entered
upon Ada’s Exit.
Her name.
She’s hilarious!
Labels: faith, feminism, men, personal relations, radical, relationship, women
Saturday, October 28, 2017
He knew his brain
a first draft
forever.
Unless...?
Hoped and prayed
this new woman
would put on
the adroit finish-
ing touches.
She did, to everyone’s
amazement
he became articulate,
even encyclopedic
after a while, and some
comments so pointed that
all his friends fled:
even sarcasm closed
to them by his flood-
ing words, damming
fragments of which
they still hear
in spasmodic dreams.
A woman’s voice,
clearly.
Labels: conversation, dreams, intellectual, men, personality, sarcasm, talking, transformation, women
Saturday, August 26, 2017
HEAVEN AND HELL–-if you’re into dichotomies
Heaven Can Wimp
-I tried our 800 number and
reached an Indian.
-Sing-songy voice?
-I got used to it.
-We’re not all wireless yet,
budget restraints, and those
wogs are rotting the lines
with their curry breath!
-Whoa! Pretty racist.
-All in fun.
-Anyway, he helped me.
-Not him, the Marketplace!
We can afford him and
therefore give better service
than with your Christian crybabies.
-Really?
-Time and a half for overtime!
Give me a break!
-So Heaven’s a marketplace
economy?
-The only sacrosanct thing here.
-How about Love and all that
dreamy stuff.
-Not expressly forbidden, but we
worship The Market.
-God devised it?
-But of course. Don’t tell me that
you’re one of those Lefty Nitwits!
-No, I’m a good little angel.
-Say it loud and often. Otherwise
I only hear that you’re requesting
a transfer!
-No way! Adore that Marketplace!
Absolutely! No reservations!
-That’s better! Hey! Free donuts
tomorrow. Pass it on.
-SUPER YUM!
////
Hell Is For Heroines
-I'm just back and they want
me to go out again.
-Why so?
-Harassment. My specialty.
-Sexual.
-Of course. I go after Macho-Boss-Assholes,
and fry their little balls, believe me!
-You're tough!
-That I am!
-But good. As am I. Sometimes I wonder
why...?
-We're not in Heaven?
-I do wonder!
-Don't! It's simple. There are no
women in Heaven.
-I don't believe that.
-Absolutely true!
-Oh come on! Heaven is all dullard
males?
-Worse than Hell if you ask me!
-Then how about all the St Teresas
from here and there?
-Okay. Okay. A few women.
-You're a serial exaggerator!
-Yeah. Guilty. It's...just that we
have more Hell in us!
-And thank God for it!
Labels: God, heaven, Hell, Indian Call Center, market, marketplace, men, Sexual Harassment, women
Tuesday, August 08, 2017
A Use of History
In response, the women
assumed the names of
Victorian whores.
Foul-Mouthed Felicia
did the talking, and
Spread-Legs Shirl chaired.
Clergy counseled patience,
then biblical brutality as Shirl
lived up to her name.
The men disparaged the cloth,
opting for a quick settlement.
They capitulated on major points.
The women felt free, then, in
victory, to revert to comfortable roles.
All-enveloping sweet Motherhood.
Terribly fashionable Garden Partying
with dresses and heels, of course.
And pearls!
Don't forget them.
Jumbos now.
Labels: class, clergy, discussion, fashion, garden parties, men, Motherhood, Negotiation, sex war, women
Wednesday, June 28, 2017
When women get together to laugh,
more wisdom
as to Life before
they separate.
Is that because
there’s space
by taking
out the bragging?
Labels: boasting, bragging, men, sexual differences, wisdom, women
Friday, April 21, 2017
Approaches of Benham and Corky.
-Re this New Woman?
-Easy to understand. You make
everything whatchacallit? too
intellectual!
-Not a subject incredibly complex?
-Nah. She just does whatever the
fuck she wants!
-Which, once upon a time in the
West, was our prerogative.
-Is that PERogative or PRErogative?
-Pre. As in sovereign.
-Too bad. They're really pretty nice
when they purr.
-Kill some time whilst getting primed
to hatch sheer Hell!
-I just say “Yes, Dear!” then.
-Would that were sufficient!
Labels: Battle of Sexes, dialog, incomprehensible women, men, New Woman, overwhelmed men, Woman, women, women's prerogative
Wednesday, February 01, 2017
Two Knowing Each Other
-Those women become men? Do they
get big boners?
-Undoubtedly! You remember Lucy Double-M?
-She’s one?
-Out in middle front when she once just did top.
-Was a pulchritudinous female!
-No longer.
-That seems...a tragedy.
-Or something?
-Whatever. And what was THAT?
-A little pat on the ass.
-What FOR?
-To encouraged your knowledge, and so you’ll
love the fear of your proclivities.
-My girlfriend and I handle the later.
-You two give hetero a bad name.
-Hey! What can I say? We wax and wane.
-Christ! Does life hafta be this dull?
-Change things up, then, and become a lady!
-Not for me either.
-Maybe they give month trials.
-Keep talking. May be a fruitful experiment.
-You’re already half there. Do you read Male Vogue?
-There is no Male Vogue.
-Too bad!
Labels: friends, men, sex, sex change, sexuality, Vogue, women
Saturday, December 24, 2016
Three Women
THE ONE THAT WENT ALL IN
Her chance at...!
Significantly younger he, but...!
Uh huh?
A danger he'd find someone fresher?
Ah but these seemingly mismatched
lovers really really discovered...! Not.
After the previous question answered
serially.
Back to the gang, slowwww to forgive.
And, of course, Steady Eddie, who
experimented with a bit of revenge,
but dropped it since the Giants were
on TV that afternoon.
THE ONE WHO STAYED
And stayed and stayed. Until HE left.
Quite the Catholic, but the Church
won't declare her a Martyr.
But she is, Academy Award!
THE ONE WHO FLED INTO ZERO ARMS
Had to escape to breathe!
It got too lonely, however.
So back to the bunch, and whatshisface.
Everyone feared his cruel streak would
come out in their frequent fights,
but he embarked on a Doctorate.
Labels: breakup, leaving, martyr, men, relationship, revenge, women
Monday, October 03, 2016
In the Red Basement
Mox was chipper when the shitstorm hit.
Just getting out of his car.
Why didn't he climb back in?
The company remotely locked all cars
until quitting time!
He suffered the blinding hundred yards to the entrance.
Head appeared! And ordered him stripped and hosed off in the red basement.
The men proved fine, laughing, but the women grimly turned their streams onto his genitals.
Head stopped that. "Object is get the stink off, not to hear shrieks."
Then the women requested he be put in a dress.
Head laughed, and ordered up a fluffy white robe.
Which Mox worked in all day long, attaining
celebrity status.
The women grumbled that the place was losing its fun.
Labels: abuse, and women at work, company, female-male abuse, industrial, men, shit storm, working conditions
Tuesday, April 19, 2016
A Sexual History
The last cruel woman leaves the crude town.
And her mark on the young girls.
Who eventually prove wild and intractable.
The Village Council asks them all to go when
the youngest comes of age.
The young men given a chance to vote through
their representative.
They okay the move.
So, men only, and they fight continuously.
And arm themselves, naturally.
After a year of fatalities, The National Guard raids
one ice-dead of night.
No captives.
The original woman comes back and invites others
via the internet.
They eventually form a squabbling government,
instituting an “Only After Sunset” rule for men.
Labels: fighting, girls, guns, local government, men, National Guard, political squabbles, Sexual Politics, town, women
Thursday, March 31, 2016
Punishing Women
...a drinking venue of some renown
-Trump wants to punish women.
-Good!
-Well, not generally speaking. In connection
with Abortion.
-Let’s stick with generally speaking.
-Really?
-Let ‘em have it! Then maybe they’ll stop
their lousy behavior before it starts!
-Premature punishment?
-You bet your ass!
-I’ve known you many a year, but this is
the first I’ve sensed greatness!
-I try.
Labels: Abortion, macho, men, Republican, Trump, women, women's rights
Saturday, February 21, 2015
Involving Incident
THE BLUFFS CHRISTIAN HOME
Homer Shnitzman, MD
Delbert Hans, MD
Loretta Menton-Hale, MD, PhD
Two Orderlies:
-Nothing ever happened on my vacation before.
I caught a break!
-Surprised the news never penetrated the Poconos.
-Only Panic-Weather TV there. STORM OF THE CENTURY!
-Well, anyway, one of our ninety year olds grabbed
a young girl visitor. He “sprung” from Supply Room.
-Did she escape The Fate Worse Than Death?
-By kicking him in the balls, hard and repeatedly.
-Ouch, I think–-whatever is left of that shrunken package,
at any rate.
-Shnitzy wants us to sign on to new, ever-watchful regulations.
-Even if good sports crap on TV?
-That new lady Doc said the old fart had “reverted to Pure Male!”
-Did he now? Something in the water? That one’s a snip!
-The Church has declared her husband a martyr.
-Not shocked.
-What if...one of our women reverts to Pure Female?”
-Much more serious!
-Too Scary!
-God wouldn’t let it happen.
Labels: Alzheimer, dementia, doctors, God, men, mental hospital, Old Age, orderly, women
