Thursday, December 17, 2015

 

City School


-Hey, let me buy you a Coke!

-No thank you.

-The machine’s here and I got the dollar.
Just...feed it in here. Your religion says okay, no?

-It’s okay, but...why?

-Because you’re too hurt to say the word hurt.

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Saturday, March 22, 2014

 

Phasing


The pleasure
of her company

subsumed by
the pressure
of her calumny,

both move on.
His despairing of
such a vile bitch.

Her delighting in
universes
target-rich.

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Tuesday, October 29, 2013

 

Investor, Small & Nervous


WIPSO’d

“If we act today, I can get you into this WIPSO which is,
like, totally hot!”

Did, and it shot up.

Next time he looked, had fallen precipitously.

He got another accountant on the phone, his
vacationing in Fiji.

Older voice assured, “WIPSOs volatile, but
has started inching up again.”

WSJ asks

WHAT’S SKY LIMIT FOR WIPSOs?

Business Week counters

WHICH SUB CELLAR FOR THOSE WHIPPED BY WIPSOs?

I was all too much and he dropped in again, got to see
Prodigious Drunk Accountant.

Red faced and brusque. “Get you outa it? No fuckin
problem-o! A penalty of course.”

“Hey!” protested our beset hero. “Waive it!
I've been through enough shit without that!”

“Done! You’re in luck I’m rushed. Bingo, and all
back into your bank! Well, gotta a tee time, so...?”

He walked to his bank to totally affirm the
money transferred.

“It’s here,” counseled quiet Mr Andrews. “We'll talk of
some sedate vehicles someday when you’ve a mind.”

“Well-put. I don't have one now. Been completely 

WIPSO'd!”

“If you don't mind my saying so, they're for
insane persons.”

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