Monday, December 10, 2018
-Cremation in the Nation!
-Your wit acknowledges no bounds.
-Hey, it’s the way the ball, like, careens!
Dr Elling and wife, Nathalie, disgusted
at Red’s initial comment as to the family
of eight incinerated in the blazing SUV.
But Red had been puzzlingly depressed
the whole rainy week before that crash
into the huge oak on Appletree Lane.
into the huge oak on Appletree Lane.
Besides, his Secret of Life WAS laughing
at whatever small people thought taboo!
Their little fears would forever bring kicks.
Labels: attitude, behavior, cruelty, detachment, inhuman, showing off, tragedy, wit
Sunday, November 19, 2017
Music of Sorts
Dorney lived in a minor key
From childhood.
Pliant girl...to pleasantly quiet woman.
.
Live-in guy fine with her soft way.
Than she went Major!
“Been too grimly quiet for us,” told him.
The Old Maids of both sexes turned up noses
at her makeup etc.
Her college courses.
“Join me!” she shouted at him, but buddies
tagged him pussy-whipped already.
Without friends, can’t be tragedy.
Labels: Conservative, fear of change, friends, life change, tragedy
Thursday, April 27, 2017
Chubby and Jackson
-Hamlet said Frailty thy name is woman!”
-Got that wrong too.
-Part of his tragedy.
-His was a great tragedy!
-Oh, I don’t know. We’re sort of on our way.
-I’m not up to killing a king!
-He had one hell of a problem with it also.
Labels: Hamlet, killing king, King, misconception, sex, tragedy, weakness in women, women
Sunday, July 19, 2015
Eaves
"My Great-Grandma!"
Deidre brightens at
the dim attic. Night
dresses hover-
ing about dance
programs under
gummy glass,
Class-Trip snaps,
but no scrap why
she ripped out
her heart for love.
Eaves whisper thus,
not ever to a one
triumphant.
triumphant.
Labels: death, heart, love, mementos, memory, tragedy
Friday, November 14, 2014
Christophers
“Face your monsters, throttle some, have them
come out of you into the miasma etc.”
The guys drink to this, and another man comes
by on the road, then down to his knees.
The road a dark moon of blacker trees.
“Mother! I worked and worked! But the women
and the booze, and later all the drugs and I
never came close to your dreams for me! But I’m
your little Honey-Boy. I’m still your little Christopher!”
“Next time I dress as him. I’d been missing the horror,”
Chups tells Bester.
“What’s horror all about, anyway?”
“Living.”
...
'Twas very dark on Hallowe'en,
With not a speck of light;
The clouds had just passed o'er the moon,
And silent was the night.
The clouds had just passed o'er the moon,
And silent was the night.
We waited in a lonely grove
And then a ghost went by;
We were too scared to run away,
And much too old to cry;
We were too scared to run away,
And much too old to cry.
It had a wide and flaming mouth,
Its eyes were glowing too;
If you had seen it, I am sure,
It would have frightened you!
If you had seen it, I am sure,
It would have frightened you!
But then the glowing light went dim,
And ev'rybody said
Was only Christopher
With such a pumpkin head!
That it was only Christopher,
With such a pumpkin head!*
*Swedish Traditional
Labels: booze, drugs, Halloween, Mother, regret, Swedish, tragedy, wrecked lives
Friday, November 07, 2014
Friend Setting off a Chat
-Needs a break!–-sick as a freakin dog
-Will he get it?
-Nah.
-That nah seems compounded of sarcasm
and tragedy.
-I got others in brighter colors.
-For light times at Black Rock?
-I’ll be Spencer Tracy!
-Don’t see it. Sorry. A Wally Cox role?
-Don Knotts I’d prefer. More resonance.
The women flocking round!
-Is anything serious?
-I’m still looking.
-So is Diogenes.
-That Minimum Wage job?
-Less. Tips to keep him moving.
-What’s he looking for here, really?
-A country.
Labels: Bad Day at Black Rock, Don Knotts, nation, sarcasm, sick, Spencer Tracy, tragedy, Wally Cox
Sunday, February 03, 2013
Damaged Goods Party
Not a dry eye in the condo when Exhibit A finished.
She had indeed been crushed, and now most of the
men wanted to marry her.
Exhibit B tried for the same piano keys, but brusquely,
hit or miss. We concluded her present tragic life had
taken on the grim and spastic melody it deserved.
Exhibit C was all mouth and revolt, excoriating anything
in trousers. We told her she missed the revolution by
taking so long to fix her face.
Exhibit D opted out for reasons of her own. I thereupon
asked her to be a good little girl and fetch me a gin and tonic.
Labels: experience, men, roles, sexism, tragedy, women
