Saturday, August 30, 2014
Loves and Marathons
Opal and Carrie
O
I just left the dankness of his living tomb.
C
What was that like?
O
Dying, flat and cold, not warmed-over. Icy!
C
Add him to the defunct list!
O
Have we alphabetized yet?
C
I had an Aaron.
O
First in your heart, also?
C
Hell of a body at any rate. Professional Athlete.
O
Marriage considered?
C
Yeah, but his wife wouldn't let him.
O
Leave us move, then, to my Allard. Dedicated cell
phone to Mother. She called constantly. During our
love and kisses once, she offered me love and kisses.
Turned, like, everything off in sex department.
C
Shall we go on?
O
Nah! Too boring! Let's do a crappy soap opera
marathon. Weed, beer, monster hoagies.
Farting slobs in the worst of it.
C
Like the guys! Except for the stink. Why are all the good
ones taken?
O
Bribed.
C
Thus not Men of Honor anyway?
O
Where YOU been? At any stupid rate, let’s order up
Pride and Price. Every episode, chaos. One time
a so-called actor said. “I think I really hate you, Carl.”
C
And the other said “YOU’RE Carl! I’m Maxey!”
O
Idiot actors and twisted loves! All directed by morons!
C
Like life itself?
O
Amen!
Labels: beer, chaos, girltalk, hoagies, soap opera, soap opera marathon, twisted love, weed
Sunday, February 24, 2013
The Cable Box
Chullie tried the softer boot for the Cisco 89446a-U.
Volume -+ and Info all pressed at the same time.
Ryna felt it would straighten itself out, ever the lazy optimist,
but Chullie missed The Children The Children.
Especially Lorna, who, though villainous to most,
lodged in his heart.
Nothing doing, so he got Ryna on the cell. He wanted her
to hear the hard boot, yanking the power plug and
watching the Cisco run through its reconfiguration.
-I'm pulling it...now!
–Let's hope. I know you haven't heard the latest:
actors on certain shows can vote viewers off.
-Old wives tale.
-Oh? Your vixeny Lorna is the prime suspect.
The box quit at V-434.
-Oh God! that's the vote-off code!
Squealing, she.
-You positive?
-My girlfriend Melody hasn't stopped crying.
Chullie began, at duplicitous Lorna's betrayal.
And Ryna’s incomprehensible glee:
-I have you all to myself now.
Chullie tried the softer boot for the Cisco 89446a-U.
Volume -+ and Info all pressed at the same time.
Ryna felt it would straighten itself out, ever the lazy optimist,
but Chullie missed The Children The Children.
Especially Lorna, who, though villainous to most,
lodged in his heart.
Nothing doing, so he got Ryna on the cell. He wanted her
to hear the hard boot, yanking the power plug and
watching the Cisco run through its reconfiguration.
-I'm pulling it...now!
–Let's hope. I know you haven't heard the latest:
actors on certain shows can vote viewers off.
-Old wives tale.
-Oh? Your vixeny Lorna is the prime suspect.
The box quit at V-434.
-Oh God! that's the vote-off code!
Squealing, she.
-You positive?
-My girlfriend Melody hasn't stopped crying.
Chullie began, at duplicitous Lorna's betrayal.
And Ryna’s incomprehensible glee:
-I have you all to myself now.
Labels: cable TV, Cisco, relationship, soap opera
