Wednesday, July 06, 2022

 

Dynamic

 Woman forgot nothing marries--adds 

to everyone's burdens presently! 


Except Groom’s, a steady-state-

drunk laughing this newest farce 


away. Both tribes despair

at the ludicrous match, fret


fate of Clans' staid bourgeois

reputations when kids erratically born? 


So what? Life, itself, struggles

regardless. "Big Deal!" tee-


totales she between his un-

conscionable belts of crap-booze: 

Endless Loop! 


Yeah, but our Bride smells nice still! 

Meantime Groom-Souse drops vile 

poop, proclaiming the grunting-while


his muddled stores of bitterly disagreeing knowledge as the only way to begin getting anywhere in learned discourse. For answer, she 


giggles here and there as to him as 

“#1 sexy bastard going!” (referencing 


those few times he’s half-sober…

or brutally hungover.)


They’ve bought motorcycle!


She, only, drives for he's

forever fogged when plotting

to seek a license.


But and a MUST! She’s only happy In CONTROL. That never, ever, has 

changed. Nor will. 


Uh, True Love, then, knows more

then it lets on? That awfully Weird, 

Yes?


Nope. Is what is...just is!

That's all.


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Friday, November 30, 2018

 

Figuring


Ginger couldn’t help feeling
uneasy.
But that was her.
O wasn’t it?
“G being G!” sneers Brick to
her face back then.
Peacemaker Harsley donates
his usual “Now-now.”
Wren, always anxious, wants
to cut to the chase.
“I never understood that.
People say it and other fancy
expressions here and I…”
Perpetually Puzzled Pam!
“Uh huh? Stay with that lack of
thought!” Ginger again.
Now-nows rain from elsewhere.
Professor Charlie, who never talks
whispers that Mrs Oak shouldn’t have
have brought in this new person:
“A moron of indeterminate sex!”
“You finally encapsulate the group’s
feeling!”
We laugh. Our pharmacist said it.







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Sunday, November 25, 2018

 

The Man Who Cried When He Thought About Things


Okay, though
like most of us,
didn’t think that much.
Not often amped, thus
seldom damp. So?
Too few words
about him? Yes
and no.

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Friday, November 23, 2018

 

Sheriff


-No, you’re right to report it. These are
very violent threats!
-From nowhere! I’ve hardly ever spoken
to him.
-Sounds like he hates you for being
who you are. Successful, for one.
-Nothing I can do about that.
-That’s where you’re wrong. You could
mix in a bit of fakery like the rest of us.
-Wouldn’t know how to start.
-Don’t have to. It’s a perfectly natural
process.
-If you say so.
-At any rate, I’ll have a word.

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Thursday, November 15, 2018

 

Masquerade


-Budge gives not a fuck
what anybody thinks of him.
-Except that he gives a total
flying fuck as to what everybody
thinks of him!
-How reconcile the two Budges?
-Easy. Two words. Human Being.
-I hear songs every day and coming
from every where, but never really
that one.
-Just a haunting solo at the end
of each day. Called Masquerade.

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Tuesday, October 23, 2018

 

More of the Same


Mr Hodding tells Clint that that this,
as all the houses, furnished with...

The Bronze Package.
“Yeah, The Bronze Package, pure GOLD!” wisecracks Clint’s Babette.
“She’s not happy unless she’s unhappy,”
explains he.
Hodding nods, then fishes in his case
for papers for Clint to initial.
Babette wanders off, explaining she’s
seeking another place to be ignored.
The men shrug since they’re all
like that.


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Tuesday, September 04, 2018

 

Her Worldly Thoughts


She acts him out after breakfast.
The lies!
He crowds her phones thereafter
when she won’t pick up.
His messages finally beg for
“a good talk.”
In her Grandmother’s phrase
He can hold his hand on his ass
waiting for…
The new man proves dull.
Weather seeming permanently so.
Job the same.
Nothing can possibly happen.

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Sunday, July 22, 2018

 

The Female Him Speaks--


brusque in appraisal and solution
Let’s skip the tentative horseshit
and try each other out?
Might like what we see.
Within reason.
1st Week
How can such neurotics last?
Individually, let alone together?
2d Week
We’d never make AMERICA’S
GOT TALENT, but pleasant enough!
3rd Week
Sex can wait. I can’t look at my own
body without disgust.
4th Week
The baseball was entertaining! Let’s pretend it’s important who wins. Anyway I wear the cap to work. It further nudges slumber there midst my luckless colleagues!
Fifth Week
My Mother wants to meet you. Prepare
to get controlled.
Sixth Week
We’ve been invited to a wedding in
my strained family. Your interest
re general perversion takes a step
forward.
Seventh Week
It’s been more than a month!
Eighth...almost
I’ve never been so hurt!
I’ve never been so hurt!

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Tuesday, June 19, 2018

 

And what a one is she! And what a one is she!


What Cliff Forgot
The feeling more than haunting.
Yet...excruciating vague.
He was forgetting something.
And important!
He rechecked his personal diaries.
And especially his “long book”
where he taped in doctors’
appointment cards.
Nothing.


Recited the doggerel patterns
by which he recalled birthdays.
Gretchen was an hour late!
He remembered that she had to put
her kids on a bus to DC for a special
trip!
Anyway, she eventually ran through
all the cyber nags she had set up for
him on his laptop.
It became time for Mrs Reardon--
the second occasion in his career!--
maybe merciful retirement approaching!
Anyway, she the equal to any slit-eyed
prosecutor!
After all of this, Cliff called clean!
But the haunting has become a harrowing!
He purposely lunches alone…in the
disgraceful junk-room!
AND THEN IT CAME TO HIM!
So he--not panicking--scales the timeframe back from 24 to 12!
Informs Dr Abernathy on his cell, who laughs


“Sounds like somebody a trifle overwhelmed!

Completely understandable.”
So...and thus...Cliff had to digest the news, and...whatever...stipulated further.
As Chloe.
Not easy, to say the least, a Ditz!
Unredeemable!

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Saturday, May 12, 2018

 

Left Cold


I’m the only male member of a
singing group. I’ll spare you its
sophomoric name. We voted
early on. Quite funereal at any rate.
Blame Mother and Dad who lived
for each other, but I love women!
Even their quirks that set other’s
nerves on screeching edge are
a tonic to me.
As a result, some friendships,
some romances, with women in
the group and support ladies also.
Where sex enters in and departs
I leave to you.
But...never a hard feeling after.
Don’t believe it? Can’t blame you.
When Stef came onboard--you might
know her as a single act--well, she had
devastated agents and boyfriends!
No printed labels on her, but ferocious
word of mouth:

Expect Path of Destruction!

Long story short, we’re married, and
little girl due! And she sings more
beautifully each day!
And yes, I’m still standing.

My secret? Told you.

Story leaves you cold?

Just maybe that's you.

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Saturday, April 28, 2018

 

Vision
-Couldn’t sleep last night, so I
studied the shadows on the wall
and ceiling.
-Mysterious!
-Just the single nightlight in a floor
socket, thus they’re huge!
-Great! Intriguing!
-So...I puzzled out...that’s a bookcase,
that’s an inner shutter, and that’s…
-Long story short?
-I could draw you a detailed diagram
right now! Case utterly solved!
-You have taken mystery and turned
it into you?
-I suppose.
-Longer I live, more I’m cheated!
-Sorry! Next time I’ll leave half
undone! My usual half-ass!
-Leave something!
-What gods get angry if I don’t?
-All of them!

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Wednesday, April 04, 2018

 

Figuring It Out


The very mildest of rebels, Kalk
and Marnie nonetheless shocked
the rest of us at Recovery House
by whimsically admitting that they
couldn’t remember what they were
recovering FROM.
THAT was labeled by the social worker,
Dr Etling, as Haldac Syndrome.
The administration at the state capitol
got wind and sent a fixer.
The best! He immediately discharged both as cured from Haldacs.
Each doing very well presently, which leads wags to remark if you really want to feel better, just forget what you’re supposed to have.

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