Sunday, January 13, 2019
Timing, Here and There
The man who couldn’t stop peeing
“I’m truly, awfully sorry…”
despite severely curtailing liquids.
“but you must excuse me for a bit!”
“AGAIN?” snapped Rosa-Lynn Marisa
Jeannette Billingsly Harkwert Destry…
Who never did anything in her mind
without employing her full name.
Coincidentally, they finished together
in separate places.
A good sign?
Labels: malady, names, self concept, social, time, urination
Sunday, August 27, 2017
Interims
-So, the mystery as to the
whereabouts of Lutz?
-Didn't call and Personnel
can't reach him, home or cell.
-Maybe he went somewhere.
What did he say Friday?
-Not much.
-Why is he so shy? He ain't
that good!
-Uh huh? Now don't say it in
Yiddish.
-Funnier there.
-Moving right along...?
-Last thing he said at the
meeting with Grover and Gloria...
-That hadda be productive!
-WAS! “In the interim...”
-Ah hah!
-Really?
-He's trapped in the Interim.
-This happens?
-Of course, but events sweep
you out of it. Or you really
adhere to a schedule, and
every ten-minute block is
filled.
-You don't get an interim in
that anal-retentive case.
-Never!
-Tragedy! “But, what we do further?”
the Captain asked Jellybean.
-“More clues about him might provide the key
to get him out, Captain Sparky!” That book
changed my alleged life!
-His dog is Ginger.
-Good! Wife?
-Ginger also.
-How does he call one in when
both digging for bones?
-You've seen her?
-What else do you know?
-You mean about him or everything?
-Answer's the same: Nothing!
He could be locked in the Interim
forever.
-Oh! he was engaged once to Marcy
from Shipping.
-She could supply some intelligence.
-Not her.
-Well, we're lost!
-In an interim?
-Maybe always in one or another.
-Well, I don't like it!
-Who cares?
-Same people who care about Lutzy.
-Nobody then.
Labels: interim, isolation, missing, social, work
Tuesday, April 25, 2017
The Dollar
Peg and Barbsy agree
they'll run the beanbag
toss at the neighborhood
picnic.
Barbsy claims to "have a
beanbag here somewhere."
In the garage, no luck,
but Peg spots a dollar
on the floor and sticks
it hastily in her jeans.
The few streets home in
the Subey, she cries.
Tells an imaginary judge
"We were so so poor!"
Then she does the oddest
thing of all. Blots out
her tears with the dollar.
Returns it the the next
day, pretends to find it
on the living room floor.
“Spies” it under her recliner.
"I swear," says Barbsy,
"there's enough loose
money around here to
go to McDonalds. By the
way, thanks for the
beanbag."--ostensible
reason for Peg's visit.
“I just knew I had one,
and when you couldn’t
find yours...?”
The following week at
work, she's awarded a
hundred dollar gift card
to Sonnenberg's.
Buys a pretty blouse.
On the way back,
extracts it from the
candystripe bag she
helped design.
Touches the blouse to
her face as the traffic
light turns Caution.
Labels: beanbag, blouse, childhood poverty, design, money, neighborhood, social, work
Monday, August 17, 2015
Very American Frontier
The Professor answered all such vulgarity with “Not recently.”
But the rough miners continued to deal this dirty coin. Drunk.
Wives, fed up, started a church. There, a circuit preacher
gave The Word.
It became the only social center, and the women cooked
and baked, and prepared dishes other ways each week.
To an enormous surplus, food spilling out of the small
building into the roadway,
The men tromp through it on their way to the mine.
Singing, rather screaming, of one, Fifi, who wouldn’t...
at first.
On their return, blackly cursing her and wives and all else.
Labels: anti-women, Capitalism, Chinese, Church, food, mining, social, West, women
Friday, January 10, 2014
The Right
Trial of Our Time
The Republican, accused
of Social and Economic
Murder, refuses
to testify.
Labels: Economic, Political Murder, Republican, Right, social
Sunday, March 31, 2013
The Very Lonely Man
decides to talk to everyone.
The cops ultimately notice
this super-voluble enthusiasm
and hold him for observation.
Police psychiatrist opines
went too far but is otherwise
normal. When he gets back to his
efficiency, mail shows invitations
to a wedding, a bar mitzvah, and an
installation at Knights of Columbus.
Labels: affability, Bar Mitzvah, Knights of Columbus, loneliness, police, social, wedding
Thursday, December 13, 2012
to our suburban development,
we expect slow acceptance.
Practically immediate. Helped
they’re social, running Bean-
bag Toss in our yearly fete,
doing mucho driving for
Little League and Pop Warner.
Most instrumental in Safe Prom Night.
Insuring our boys and girls not mangled
in booze-stinking sedans. Capper arrives
when they’re invited by holdout Neanderthals
the ultimate capper: They come out
as Conservative Republicans! “Oy!”
exclaims Mac Murphy, and “Begorrah!”
appends Sid Cohen. Democratic Co-Chairs.
Labels: acceptance of gays, Democrat, gay, neighborhood, Republican, social
