Friday, January 11, 2019
Deep Nitwittery
-Forgot day of week!
-That Altzy?
-Did in my 30s too. So...been gone since then?
-What the hell IS today anyway? THURSDAY? No kidding? What happened to Tuesday and Wednesday?
-What did?
-Some god’s in charge of fucking us both
up with time.
-Yeah? He’s still going strong!
-I...didn’t expect to MUTUALLY disintegrate!
Tragic outcomes being strictly solo? America
being romantic that particular way.
-And therefore Literary? Then, why does it
feel like everything else?
-Never ask that question?
-Why not?
-It’s profound! Thus leave you your
very self in the process!
-I can breathe again!
Labels: Alzheimer's, forgetting, friends, literary, rhetoric of friends, romantic, self concept, self image
Friday, November 02, 2018
Martial
She assumed her bristling stance
in leopard print matador pants!
Promptly broke wind.
Farting in the vernacular.
Her signal accomplishment, so
we no longer giggled.
Besides, at some point everyone poses.
Charity consists in not always noticing.
Whole days can be devoted to such work!
With hopes yourselves escape future scrutiny…
skip some turns.
The best breaks consisting of this latter!
Labels: getting break, posing, self image
Friday, September 14, 2018
The Female Ironist
has it figured out,
men and women
sexed up asininely.
Ophelia a slut and
Hamlet a lazy lout,
High-Babbler and
Horny Fiend!
The rest of us lie
so routinely
it’s a lifestyle.
Presentable, but
no Beauty, she
has silly-suffered
a procession of Lotharios
Erectus. What utter, utter fools!
Though she the worst!
O, and O again, will
she ever be happy?
Who says she’s not?
Labels: detachment, irony, Romance, self image, sex
