Sunday, January 21, 2018

 

The Woman Who Regulated Her Passions


-And was reduced thereby to an animal
scraping out sexual crusts from filth?

-Not a bit of it. Stayed in control.

-Crap! Where’s the story there?

-That’s the beauty of it! There is none.

-You’re such a bore!

-Just by presenting life to you?

-I don’t want life. I want horny housewives.
Of Dallas, St Paul, Omaha. Life is shit!

-Nothing beats horny housewives for 

TOTAL shit!

-You find the league you like to bat in, you
remain with the team.

-I can do self-disgust on my own.

-Be my guest!

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Saturday, October 21, 2017

 

Organized Couple


If a man insists on 

a 5 Hour Energy Shot 

at a specific hour,
his woman must pen-

cil in passion’s hot 

bit later.

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Friday, April 25, 2014

 

Forensics and the Freezer


Something to Remember You By*

-Why did she keep an arm? I mean, she stabbed him a frenzied
two hundred, give or take. Then acid-bathed him. Then, ground...

-Stop there! I get the gist.

-They find the arm in the freezer. Wrapped up like a roast.
Hadn’t really been able to extract DNA before this.

-(sings) Please give me something to remember you by.

-(also singing) When you are far away from me-yee.

-Some little something saying love will not die.

The
y continue alternating in song.


*Howard Dietz and Arthur Schwartz

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Sunday, January 26, 2014

 

And, Yet, of Discontent


In a Time of Lassitude

-A fierce dedication, hey? To himself!

-I don’t find that objectionable. It’s to SOMEthing.


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Friday, March 08, 2013

 

An Incident Untoward


Mrs Resperson-Shawcross, vending towards the specialist
who has retired, though not to a few patients of quality,
decides to check out the vacation cottage.

All proves neat, Jeanette competent. But sounds
of unmistakable passion infiltrate.

She flings open the bedroom door to the couple
in final throe. "Oh My God!" they shriek.

"What do you...? Who are you?" she gasps.

"Please, Ma'am. I'm Baker, Jeanette's boy,
and this is..."

"Baker, huh? Well not to make any little loaves
in my best sheets!"

"Why does your sort always put the dirtiest aspect on
everything?" issues forth from saucy scarlet-face.

“In  your position, young lady, it is difficult to launch
any argument.”

“We're engaged!” she rejoins.

“Indeed?” They have popped up, she wrapped in
the sheet. He bold as anything ever hairily projected.

“Please, don't watch me dress,” she finally whispers.

Mrs Resperson-Shawcross complies as an example
of Class.

The lovers having departed at sartorial sixes and sevens,
she flames Jeanette from her cellphone.

Back late after stopping for dinner, and Mr R-S snores.

(He had arrived with the hyphen. Since she hails from the
best family in Sussex, thought given to adding her name.
Rejected as too too.)

She endures fits of restless righteousness before a profound
sleep visited by dreams of urgently filthy sex.

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Wednesday, December 05, 2012

 
 Passion Married Lassitude

with hope she could spark him.
His, that she’d begin seeing
each crisis not the final end.

They worked, thus, one on
the other. Effectively enough.

Her friends perceive her larking
just the tiniest bit; his dream-

world gets gentle injection
of the mildest reality.

It goes on so, but can’t
for long. Lassitude finds

equal partner and both there-
in get plenty of sleep. Passion

ultimately marries male her.
They murder each other.

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