Saturday, October 13, 2018
-You get on my nerves!
-Impossible! Miles and miles!
Entangled like freakin Relativity!
Synapses like thousands of
fireflies in an endless cave.
-Sound, too?
-Roritund Resonance!
-Wow! All that? Allow me to
recast my thought then!...
pretty please with sugar?
-I should hope so...
-Your Nervous SYSTEM gets on
MY NERVOUS SYSTEM!
Labels: complex systems, complexity, nerves, nervous system
Wednesday, September 12, 2018
Point A to Point…
Gwen offered the newish Brittainy
a ride to the off-site meeting.
Ben from Accounting allowed
in the back seat to play with
his iPhone.
The women chatted.
And, then, the tone tightened...
and they really argued. Quietly.
Bitingly, though, towards the end.
With more pauses.
Both exhausted at destination.
Ben felt pleasant enough; the women
seemed to have some bug up their ass
from somewhere.
Who really cares?
Men, anyway, must be barred from all
such elaborate contexts.
Most everyone agrees that Society
cannot rely on their wit alone!
Labels: female, female argumentation, male, male perception, male reaction, nerd, nerves, tension, vicious women
Saturday, December 16, 2017
Edgy
is this years “Mistress of Whine.”
Ask any of the hundreds who fled
Farmer and Mechanics Theater
before her performance ended.
Or the one judge, Harlow Epps,
who fainted.
Coaxed to advise whining hopefuls,
Beatz laughed “Be yourself!”
Labels: competition, grating, nerves, whining
Friday, September 22, 2017
Reaction Time
Philora
Thereafter we used Philora as a shorthand
indicating any Apeshit Fit over a trifle.
They never disappointed.
Ora, unfortunately, unchattered by
some express train of a Big C.
Departed, she, six months.
Phil grew morose.
But enter Betty!
Corn On the Cob and Apple Pie wholesome!
Calming all around her. Cow-eyed Goddess!
He returns to panic mode nonetheless.
She is rereading her pile of Alfred Hitchcock
magazines.
Labels: Apple Pie, Cancer, cow, death, nerves, shared nerves, wholesome
Sunday, July 30, 2017
Wags Converse...and act
(rarely)
1
-When I can’t sleep, I spring up
and rearrange the furniture!
-And does such muscular assorting
prove healthful, salubrious?
-Infinitely!
-Impelling one to finally rest?
-Never! I just like moving things around.
-You’re exhausting!
-The sword outwears its sheath!
-Around my digs is a plethora of
fat sheathes.
-Tragic!
-Jeez!
2
-It’s all Beans and Nothingness.
-Existentially upset stomachs?
-Yeah! And there’s no
muckin fexit!
-Must stink!
-You don’t know the half of it.
-Which one?
Labels: action, Being and Nothingness, existentialism, inertia, nerves
Sunday, February 05, 2017
Best times
I wasted it
Like the nerves
stopped shaking
up, eased back,
breathed in measure,
waiting
for fun.
Labels: good times, nerves, wasting, wasting life
Tuesday, April 05, 2016
From a Family
Wasn’t beating myself up thoroughly enough,
so became standup comedian. Masochism
runs deep in my family.
Anyway, limited success. Emphasis on the limited.
So my agent wants to send me to Longshoremen
drunkfest.
“Are you sure? My stuff is uppy-urban-neurotic.
They won’t relate.”
“They’ll love it!”
Not quite. But nobody yelled “Sit down, Faggot!”
Other things, yes.
I tried my slowest fuse one. A Revolutionary Act!
Blank, blank, blank reactions. Walls! But not hostility
of the murderous variety.
THEN! A wave of laughter. This after four, five beats.
Knocked me back! The whole place bloomed and
brightened! And, gave me something to play with from
then on.
“Like that one, hey? And not a whiff of sexual
violence...which is more than I can say about
My weird Uncle Ralph. He...”
My buddies now. If I walked the docks they’d
run out with thermos bottles. Coffee laced
with...God knows!
Labels: chutzpah, comedian, hostile audience, longshoreman, masculinity, nerves, stage fright, standup
Saturday, February 05, 2011
Nerves
Tensions interlocking, he
counts breaths when told
it's a Zen thing. But re-
mains the wreck he’s
always been. His friends
accept it, and him, though
he plans to surprise them
next with a zombie-like
demeanor from the last
remedy he’s read.
Tensions interlocking, he
counts breaths when told
it's a Zen thing. But re-
mains the wreck he’s
always been. His friends
accept it, and him, though
he plans to surprise them
next with a zombie-like
demeanor from the last
remedy he’s read.
Labels: nerves, self improvement, Zen
