Tuesday, February 28, 2006

A Poor Thing But Mine Own*

Something I just like
and hope others will.

What does it mean?
I couldn’t be bothered.

So play with it a smidge.
See if you’ll catch

yourself smile--
or spit--

years later
during a stroll,

or graduation,
angled in-

terludes of
passion. Sprees

with truth,

*The Theoretical Goose

dasen’t honk.
Behavior dis


The building,
is leaving
Elvis for

a storm of

Monday, February 27, 2006

The Left Libertarian

Hey, help us out
when a category 5
put the Impala

on the rooftop!
And with Grandma
shitting her pants

and thinking the mail-
man is Jesus. Plus

Dad’s bills after enough
cancer to rot The Titantic.

Tuition breaks
the rich don’t need,

nor their infinite
other thieveries

aided by boughten
officials. Keep out

of wars and bedrooms.
Come off in your own space!

Let’s take it back from
the smug ones

who plunder the nation
and steal elections
in our name.

Home of the brave
just words
if we watch piracy.

Sunday, February 26, 2006

The Universe Is Random

Some say.
It may be

so random
it’s ordered.

Like baseball,
once you hit
the homerun

your team loses
in chaos yet
again. God

is the moving
of the fence
as you celebrate.

Well, call it
what you will.
Fence moves.

Count the planks.
Analyze the composition
of the wood. Important
to have something to do

which moves the fence,
also, as it moves itself.

Saturday, February 25, 2006

The Master Programmer

Operative/ We’re in trouble big time!

MP/ As we were in the two large ones. They–somehow–turned out.

O/ But we’ll lose a lot of seats!

MP/ Will, and then won’t.

O/ Are you saying...?

MP/ A little retail influence. Just enough.

O/ But...too many bases on too many fields!

MP/ I can do it from my car.

Friday, February 24, 2006

The Georgie Porgie Questions

Why, finally, run
away? Unclear.
Did teary girls

concert in-
side a proper

mortification for
him, or more? Ah!

Therefore refreshed as
women, radiate by sex
the snarky troglodyte?

Feminism seeded
thus by Mother Goose?

Thursday, February 23, 2006

The Promise of War–an Interlude

Let’s meet
when all of
this is over,

and strangle some

Wednesday, February 22, 2006

Meeting His Folks

Dad good &
pliant, like
the asshole prom-

ised by situa-
tion comedies,
that American Tem-

plate. “But your
Mother! Jesus!”

she waves her arms,
a wild thing

upon escaping.
He’s at a loss

with women
once again.

Nobody knows why
Dads behave and
Moms stay Moms.

Tuesday, February 21, 2006

In one Godfather film, Al Neri takes Fredo,
turncoat brother, for a terminal boat ride.

Thugs Need a Thug

responds to wink
or nod,or word

that overheard
means nothing.

Then,bill carried,
game fixed,pigeon,

Best performances
exhibit little

breath at
the end.

Sunday, February 19, 2006

A Mighty Fortress Is Our Gelt

VP shoots man.
Rendition as full
of dry holes as Texas.

Another paradox,since
a few holes filled

with slime &
some with booze.

Forget such fancy.
"Story over.
Cheney wins.

Again." Concludes
Bill. Real stinks
linger,I answer.

Visitors long after

Saturday, February 18, 2006

Ah the Personal Retrospective

You hero, villain
or some wretch-

ed degree between?
What went right?
Wrong? & how?

Still slippery
after all these years?

Kvetch if you must,
a style for others, but
you’re not too good.

Could be problem
thinking. As now.

Friday, February 17, 2006

Cheney, Instead, in the Big City

9-1-1, what is the nature of the emergency?

I just shot a man. Please send an officer in
fourteen hours.

Thursday, February 16, 2006

Reflecting on the month I got culture

and the marvelous applicability and
ecstatically mixed-media thrust
of the phrase artsy-fartsy.

Wednesday, February 15, 2006

Questioning Art

What if Michaelangelo had proclaimed from
way far up there on the Sistine scaffolding?

"I'm beginning to see color,and the human
form,all forms really,as planes and cubes and

surfaces transmuting and revolving as does
everything in nature. You can actually look

at the woods in the rain and glimpse
not woods nor rain but purest essence

closer yet to God." Then,
patron Cardinal fatly snapping

"Fuck this visionary ghinny! Bring me
somebody whose head isn't up his ass!"

We’d have surely gotten Sal,
and lost thereof a certain flavor.

Tuesday, February 14, 2006

John Q lost his job, & then

his unemployment pay,
his wife, car, &
medical insurance.

No hope now, though
the children visit, exit

sneering. Terminal-
ly bitter, he consults

the Anti-Giru, who crashes
in a hole, no snowy peak.

How can I be even
MORE abjectly screwed
to death? J. Q. begs.

"Why, just proclaim this Yankee-
Doodle Mantra!” ex-

horts prophet: “PRIVATIZATION!

witness, thereupon, angels
in a circle jerk-

ing wings & melding sweet-
est chords to consecrate
the rapturous words.

Monday, February 13, 2006

JoJo & Chum

JJ/ Beat the rush and got me one of those health savings accounts. Really amounted up. I felt rich.

Ch/ How about now?

JJ/ Two days in hospital took it all.

Ch/ Probably some mistake. Some of your other coverages should’ve kicked in. Check the bill.

JJ/ They don’t give you a bill anymore. Just a statement as to how far they’ve put it up your ass.

Ch/ Didn’t know you was there for hemorrhoids.

JJ/ You’re very literal.

Ch/ So are they.

Sunday, February 12, 2006

The “Terrible Beauty" War Clique

craves tasteful emblem.
Droplets in sweet-
est hush of

blood spritzing an
ivory rose, ah! As

soldiers get dispatched
like rabid dogs.

Saturday, February 11, 2006

I lied

and realized it
at the time, not

completely. WMDs
probably spirited
to Syria or Disney.

We’re there now
and hafta stick

for democracy,
or fighting terrorists...
something. Uneasy lies

the crown...

said that,

Friday, February 10, 2006


A very long wait
and some of us
getting rowdy

when the lowest
thief from our place,
scarlet and smirking,

gets rushed past.
The last view is of his
back,and that of the angel,

subsumed by the glow.
Jesus Christ! I must ex-
claim, Fix is in even here!

Some of us,hissed St Peter,
watch what we say.
And how we say it!

Thursday, February 09, 2006

Avoiding Colonoscopy

As most do. 1st
that gown. Well,

would’ve covered
Mick Jagger, but
not your fat ass.

Bomb scare,
you’re in
parking lot.

Adults care not,
but a schoolbus
flinging by

dopplers waves
of hilarity. Help!

Technology here
for a camera

probing as you
stroll supermarket.

Can broadcast to doc
or be taped for his
recreational viewing.

Wednesday, February 08, 2006

The Revolution

Collared the hallucinator
whose window gave out
to the railroad station.

A revolution of 1,his
arsenal’d equip
a battalion.

Of note,rocket
launcher which
could’ve zapped

us straining to see
the train coming.

He sighted us in
more than once.

Didn’t require pawns
in world dominion
just then. His torch

upthrusts in left and right
hands at this very moment.

Tuesday, February 07, 2006

The Trees

In Athens the great connoisseurs
of female loveliness weigh in

sparsely at sidewalk tables o-
ver potent coffee. They gaze

judiciously before
considered comment.

German and French women
pass this rigorous test.
As do Danes and Swedes.

Americans get dis-
missed as “trees.”

I doubt heroin chic’s
defunct in The Apple. Even

so, you’d think the cops
on rag trade beat’d date
a model or two. Some do.

Others ride bikes
on Ragbrai, across,
of all places, Iowa.

And after a while, marry corn-
fed daughters of farmers, no
joke. These are beautiful.

Repeat, beautiful!

Monday, February 06, 2006

The Bachelor

I tried but
she possessed

one blue and
one brown eye.

Dropped a hint.
She got special
contacts. Her

wit: a switch
of colors, so

brown now blue,
and blue etc. Throw-

ing down some
feminist gauntlet and

retaining there-
by the weirdness,
I suppose

that’s what they want,
but I’ve had enough.

Sunday, February 05, 2006

Gave Thanksgiving

when 16-screener
made debut near me.

Thought one’d be
dedicated to adults.

True at first. Flick
about Cole Porter tack-
ling not just wit

but his bi-
cycling to exhaustion.

(The old film on him in-
volved the lady only.) That

arty-queer shit ceased
pretty much, and they
went all adolescent

with a vengeance. Exploding
cars just the half of it.

In hope, keep checking
their website for links
to latest. Found

their branding key,
so completely American!
How to dress a turkey.

Saturday, February 04, 2006

Ruins are useless

if just for tour-
ist trudge But

let a local
fix a lean-to
awning to a wall

for an impromptu
coffee shop. While

there with gossipers
on homemade chairs,

the dogs scratching or
begging in dusk, drink

in the massive orange disc
slicing the wine dark sea.

Friday, February 03, 2006

slacker rock

Heard, like, this ancient record in the thrift,
Herman Woody or Woody Herman, either way
some kind of sharp Jew could toot-tootle

that fuckin clarinet, like whole streets
of nerdy little Odessa fiddlers kike

great grandfather of mine bores on about, you know?
What a laugh! Everybody workin so fuckin hard, max-
ing out so terrifically fuckin uncool.

Thursday, February 02, 2006


You? French Major? How...?

Junior Year Abroad beckoned. Ten months of fucking my brains out.

Short process. You’re a football player. How come the coach let you go?

Truth is I’m a pretty shitty football player. And Coach said don’t let my door hit you in the ass on your way to Paris!

Where you, of course, fulfilled your high objective?

Tried. But met Gaby and she clamped that crap. She’s coming here to live with me when I begin the doctorate in French Lit.

My God!

Sorry not to remain the ignoramus, but when you swim in another culture...

And find a good woman?

Yeah. You’re starting to notice my growing up. It’s shocking the hell out of me too.

Wednesday, February 01, 2006


I jog past the honeymooners on the beach. They remain entwined over their picnic lunch spread on a white cloth. Only the bottle of dark wine resists the glare.

A chance to talk to the ocean. So how’s it goin?

Not good. It’s too hot. I’m too hot all the time.

Yeah, global warming. We burn so much, gases clamp the heat in.

Well stop it! It’s unhealthy.

Blockheads in charge say scientists weave a daydream.

Well, they obviously don’t!

They’re yelled at, have gotten even more timid. Bullies rule.

Then do something! You do something!

I try. I’m a writer and...

Whereupon, a mini-tsunami! I rush away, but end on my knees. Picnic floating away, the churned honeymooners scowl in my direction.

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