Tuesday, May 31, 2022
Raps
Whatever! put in Rust.
Whichever? shrugs
Lil: It's a Wrap!
she brightens.
Perhaps yes,
perhaps no!
emphasizes
Mrs Snow.
Learning Time
for the moment,
and that she's,
again,
trapped.
By it, them,
and the self
that she must
hug with-
out a word.
Labels: friends, loneliness, love, mystery, rap, self, time
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, January 06, 2019
Portrait of the Artist
A Beat, Hippie, etc,
Whatever, spoke
the Languages.
At home with all
the vacancy
always!
Whole Smear!
Talent? None
discernible!
Unless Time’s one.
That’s what
he calls himself,
his fear-
less shtick
being timeless!
Labels: art, art style, Beatnik, hippie, imitation, role playing, time
Thursday, October 11, 2018
Where did you go?
Joe DiMaggio took the question
in Mrs Robinson’s Song.
Talk is he finally got to tell
Paul Simon he didn’t go anywhere!
Hawking Mr Coffee on TV.
No use, Joe!
To those loving
the idea of us
we’ve gone.
Labels: affair, heavy question, Joe D, Mr Coffee, Mrs Robinson, regret, Simon, time
Friday, September 07, 2018
Big Girls Don’t Cry
The phrase,
then the beautiful,
brave aesthetic.
Why we have
phrases first.
Forever continuing
coloring into.
No loveliness without
language?
And yet Time
detaches.
“I feel lost again,”
she finally says.
Labels: aesthetics, language, phrase, time
Sunday, July 15, 2018
Hinger, Rhymes With Ginger
-Imagine the Gestapo with techniques
available today!
His Jenny-Jo full of wonder! Rare.
-I don’t hafta imagine. The wonderful future being present for me. Thanks primarily now to Hinger.
He showed her the latest full disclosure notice. Hinger now in charge of his case.
The rest of the cast numbered twenty seven. And that’s just the full-timers.
Jenny-Jo couldn’t stop giggling.
-And what does your lawyer say?
-He won’t speak about the charge.
He’s only interested in Billing.
Anyway, there’s a brand new
charge, so that requires another
attorney!
-And what is that?
-Secret.
-So you’re accused of something
can’t be revealed?
-I’m Master Criminal of Vagueness.
-Can this go on?
That answered by Hinger’s declaration
of his innocence of the secret charge,
and discharge from all others.
-Budget!
Answered she when pressed.
-Five years of my life!
-Big Deal! You got hell of a shake!
Jenny-Jo laughed anew, but suggested
speed-hiking in the new national park until they died.
Did! Their corpses later served with warrants.
Labels: Justice, Law, Society of Laws, time
Thursday, June 28, 2018
Mummies Still Found
No such thing as History.
Rather Continuing Present
kills 6 million Jews
as we speak
of ballscores and
Girls So Pretty
involved in the stands!
Trail of Tears, too, endless.
(Quite short in jollity that!)
Alexander the Great
In Pique
best friend newly murders.
His harrowing regret
remains dangerous
as we tweak
our errands
and calls.
And stores
and parts.
Impossible to sort all
that’s loaded on our carts!
Labels: ego, genocide, grammar, history, Holocaust, language, present, present tense, time
Tuesday, June 26, 2018
The Art of Never Arriving
served him,
if tediously.
Presently
retired,
he plays new
games with
grandchildren,
iron-ruled.
Labels: artistic style, games, literary style, style, time
Wednesday, June 13, 2018
Pace
Yesterday came
and went
until I found
the dream
making it
profound.
So, one
is to wait.
Always
a few beats back.
When on time, it’s
all too tasking
to grasp.
Labels: beat, creating life, pace, pacing, tasks, time, timing
Saturday, June 02, 2018
Each Having a Language
-I like your suggestion of
continuing to work on it!
-Great!
-But decided there’s not
enough time.
-But how do you know that?
-I don’t. That’s why I decided.
Labels: language, perception, time
Monday, May 28, 2018
Scene Simultaneous:
Sears, Merritt Island, FL,
and Willow Grove, PA
-You the man lost his wife?
-Yes! But I found a perfectly adequate
substitute in another universe.
-Do they say yes there?
-Quite often.
-Still too vague.
-Pretty much our way. The specific
ones get specifically hurt.
-So? Sail through? (last word echoes)
Labels: joking, repeated pattern, simultaneous, time
Wednesday, May 16, 2018
Decision
The Man Who Left
Decided
Time.
The Woman Who Stayed
Decided
Time.
Those Hanging On the Fringe
Derided
Both.Labels: criticism, decision, time
Sunday, April 15, 2018
Timing
What HAPPENED to the TIME?” asked
Lois Terrasol Marns-Ettling.
Her last question ever, so she couldn’t
reconsider.
Perhaps you can better prepare?
Labels: life, shortness of life, time
Tuesday, February 13, 2018
The Woman Out of Phase
Simple enough. Noon=Midnight.
She keeps her habit of phoning her
late night friends, but they’re
working.
And, of course, no one will go to
lunch with her.
Then, one even stranger day, she
goes to bed at 11 AM, wakes an
hour later. Refreshed! Ravenous!
The phone rings. It’s Carl, back from
a two-week sales trip to Oregon.
He wants to treat her to
The Sunday Monster!
A fancy, if excessive, breakfast
brunch at the local Sheraton.
When she comes up for air enough
to listen, he claims “Hey! I was BORN
out of phase!”
Labels: habit, phase, time, variation
Thursday, January 18, 2018
The Man Who Worked a Perfect
Piece of Four
Never been done!
And nobody knew or cared.
How could they, since he started Monday,
finished the preceding Tuesday?
Thus he ended before he began-–but that’s
too flip to say. We always look for something
like that.
At any rate, he forever picks out ways that
no other human can relate to.
We make our choices in Heaven and Earth!
The best of us never whining about inevitable
consequence.
And loneliness.
Labels: choice, courage, genius, solitary, time
Thursday, August 10, 2017
Alone
They decided to separate.
When separate,
taken for each other.
No one could get the names straight.
It was September already.
Would anything, or anyone,
be as equal again?
Labels: equality, loneliness, relationship, separation, time
Saturday, July 29, 2017
Three For Then
The Man Who Scheduled Every Minute
forgot everything of a morning.
No worry, backed up on all his devices?
He forgot that too.
Finally his phone vibrated and chimed madly.
“You’re Randall!” it announced.
“I’m Randall!” screamed he.
And all flooded back.
The Man Who Couldn’t Stop Eating
played furous tennis each morning
with his Chief Doctor.
Who usually surrendered. “You have
the metabolism of a Pittsburgh
Blast Furnace!”
He banked those fires to sleep,
dreaming of food...then sex.
The Wedding and Reception
Zach had nary a snobbish bone.
Thus married he his housekeeper.
His mother repeated egalitarian
moments of his childhood at the
reception.
Her side wasn’t much interested.
They had cried copiously at
the wedding, and now devoured
food and drink.
Prior to dancing maniacally to
Newton and the New Tones.
Their Chief, who gave her away,
gathered himself enough to
try out the slogan.
Expect Perfection Honda Wife!
Their present proved a dedicated iPad
containing her revised manual.
Labels: eating, egalitarian, Honda, metabolism.wedding, perfection, reception, reminder, schedule, snobbery, time
Wednesday, March 15, 2017
What She Sees
Dolores gone from her bed that morning.
Mac and Carol wondered about calling the police,
but had been instructed in the past to watch Milo's
Exercise City before the 7 AM news.
A banner ran across the bottom as Milo coaxed into
slow-motion stretches.
iwdw-d
in warp don't worry-dolores.
The family proud that she was called from time
to time, though Mac and Carol puzzled as to her
expertise.
"Well it's not sex!" Dolores laughed, "What you two think about!"
What could it be for a seventeen year old?
During another time: “The leader says I see things nobody else can,
but that's only there. Here I'm the average clunk. Boyfriend, stupid
music, florescent hatchet-hair, raggedy-ass clothes!”
Once, at a neighborhood meeting, Dr Abnessry, the School District
Psychologist, had passed around many pictures, one of which
featured Dolores and Rockno, the boyfriend, on his multicolored
scooter. All to convince parents that their children were “normal.”
The atmosphere was jovial and everyone laughed. The theme:
This, too, shall pass.
It does and it doesn’t.
In the meantime, Rockno did worry. Leaving messages on all
the cells.
When he came by, Carol told him she'd be back soon. Mac was
up on a ladder, cleaning the gutters. When Rockno's scooter
squealed away, he slipped a rung, his nose being scored by
another.
Carol sprayed it with saline and dabbed Vaseline on a band-aid.
"You're good to go," she told him.
When Dolores returned, the leaves were back in the gutter and
the scratch had never occurred.
No time had lapsed since she left her bed.
Which she does now in her Shrieking Roar-Boys’ pjs and
Minnie Mouse Slippers. Breakfast.
Rockno had perceived nothing of course.
Labels: boyfriend, Family, future, Teens, time, timewarp, warp
Sunday, January 15, 2017
Styles of Leaving
Lisa-Lil has stopped leaving me in the old way.
Thus blocking the fierce fights when she returns.
Now, she goes to her sister’s, and they do each
others hair and nails. And gossip about old
times and new.
Gone are the bums she once fled with.
You can sustain a relationship like this.
It’s just that healthy things take a bit of time
working out.
I...think that what it’s just.
Labels: breakups, bums, evolving conduct, healthy relationship, relationship, time
Sunday, March 06, 2016
The Silly Equation
Lil and I the temporary engineering team.
She the creative, I, nuts and bolts.
We worked on a very minor, but nagging
problem.
An hour a day for discussions. We had
other things to do.
Retts stopped by and nodded at our
attempts. “Keep on it. Won’t change
the History of the World, but the
guys on the line will thank you.”
Then he said something that altered
everything.
“Well, I’ll see you in my dreams.”
When he left, Lil quipped “Let’s dream
about our tiny conundrum.”
Before you start with a sexual construct,
we’re both in secure relationships.
And, believe it or not, that’s the right word.
Secure. Odd one, but true.
Anyway, I went along with her. The one
ground rule was that we’d think about
the problem hour before bedtime,
later visualize the two of us solving it.
Pretty much a flop. I couldn’t remember
much of anything, and she just laughed.
Then one morning as I searched for Coffee
Mate, she remarked. “You at least came up
with a silly equation.”
I did I remember, but in a dream. We called
it that there.
I don’t know where all this could be
heading, but for the briefest, our dreams
entangled.
Well, I do. Management has submerged
us with other projects.
So, mutual dreams, if they occur, on hold.
Piddling problems often not resolved.
Due to work!
Labels: dream, engineer, manufacturing, mutual dream, time, time pressure, work pressure
