Saturday, December 08, 2018
Three In One
-There is no past. Life is one
protracted moment!
-You mean whether getting
married, taking a shit, or
shaving?
-Exactly! And in the interest
of efficiency, I very often
combine the latter two.
-Genius! Those who wallow
in the past, or wring their
hands and hankies about
a murdering future…?
-Our sworn enemies!
-Can I just laugh?
-What else?
-I could have chosen a
worse mentor.
-Mere existence throws
continuous curveballs.
I teach hitting them!
-How about women?
-They’re by and large
incredible!
-Okay, but how can you
understand them?
-Not presently.
Labels: future, mentor, past, present, women
Sunday, December 02, 2018
The Nature of Art in Brilliant Times
-Macedonian Piglets!
-Nice! But go further. You can
abstract anything.
-Her Getsemani smear raunched
the futile light.
-I’ll let you in the class.
-Bindlestiff!
-Start, uh, going easier?
Labels: abstraction, art, corruption, decadence, mentor, poetry, pretense, teacher
Thursday, October 18, 2018
Grooming
Any sport will do,
even minor.
Though for certain branches
of Military it’s Football
or nothing!
Those heading for Wall Street
can be more true-techy-pansy.
Golf or Gentleman’s Tennis.
Anyway, each shepherded
by older man to Pentagon
Generals' Mess, or Yale Club,
other arch-like milieus.
Where prospects answer
questions with so-refreshing
candor, much-rehearsed.
And are pretty in a fledgling-macho way.
Can be definitely love, and un-necessary to repress among
glittering glasses. And wit,
or measured raves,
of forceful leaders.
(MEN’S Venue, Ruthie!
Go find some older,
driving, furious, broad...
who’ll point out
what to shave and when
to sweetly loiter.)
At any rate, important
to maturely understand
each other, is it not? Join
Powerful to really
absorb this.
Chameleons of the world unite!
You have already?
Keeping your pores open! Always!
Labels: American Aristocracy, mentor
Sunday, March 06, 2011
Mentor
-My clipboard shows you reverting hundred
percent to old habits.
-Accurate.
-Do they make you happier?
-Don’t know the concept. Just know I got totally
fuckin sick of the constantly improving me. Prig!
-So, the sick neurotic preferable?
-It takes a beer and screams at ballgames.
-You could’ve become decent and still enjoyed some pleasures.
-Yeah, guilty pleasures they’re called.
-Ah hah! You feel guilt?
-Not a bit of it.
-You’ll come back.
-I’ll talk about it when drunk, lending the goody-goodys hope.
-We can point to many who have come...
-And may God have mercy on their milky souls!
-My clipboard shows you reverting hundred
percent to old habits.
-Accurate.
-Do they make you happier?
-Don’t know the concept. Just know I got totally
fuckin sick of the constantly improving me. Prig!
-So, the sick neurotic preferable?
-It takes a beer and screams at ballgames.
-You could’ve become decent and still enjoyed some pleasures.
-Yeah, guilty pleasures they’re called.
-Ah hah! You feel guilt?
-Not a bit of it.
-You’ll come back.
-I’ll talk about it when drunk, lending the goody-goodys hope.
-We can point to many who have come...
-And may God have mercy on their milky souls!
Labels: mentor, morality, priggishness, righteousness
