Sunday, February 28, 2010



From a smock full of farts,
the banker derives

diarrhea. And more he
insanely laughs at us,
more we must hedge

him from bottom lines of his
harebrained, insidious
and murderous folly. Then

finds it, he, inside his base
interest to share our largesse
with high solonic enablers.

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Saturday, February 27, 2010

The Reunion*

We’ve been,
known, &

Syracuse Prof deployed
against with self-
congratulatory wit, so

students made a game noting
his own
clichés plunging forth
as lectures left cautionary port.

*“Two clichés make us laugh but a hundred clichés move us, because we sense dimly that the clichés are talking among themselves, celebrating a reunion.” -Umberto Eco on Casablanca


Friday, February 26, 2010


“Patriots” Embrace Constitution

Then tease it
like the whore
her big hair.

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Thursday, February 25, 2010


Ike the Communist

Return with me now to those
thrilling days of yesteryear...

Hey! O-Man trumps genial
Kansan in being Red, Moslem,

& born in Ragtop-Land. T-
riple fuckin header! ...when

from out of the past comes
the thundering wingnuts.

We know they can thunder. Reason
Town Halls fabricated. But how

fast can they truly spin? Is
there a university study?

Can’t trust, of course, since
they’re all Communists too.

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Wednesday, February 24, 2010


Name Your Chaos

Right brags of guns to
make Revolution. Just

blab presently re blood
of patriots, etc. Traitors

call themselves patriots
but not vice versa. Left,

those not entirely
verbal, hold guns
too, indignation

as burning. Will
everyone wallow
in righteous agita?

Or shall we sic both
to it? Slaughtering in-
nocents into the bargain?

Fourth Reich or


Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Our Latest Apology For Slaughtering Innocents

From the bottom of our heart, hom-
bres, we appall youse guys.

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Monday, February 22, 2010

Mr Smith Can’t Go To Washington

for less than a mil.
& kill the boy-
scout talk once

here! Didn’t ante up
for childish touting
of Jeffersonian claptrap.

So just do what the fuck
you’re told & go, older,
wiser, coyly flush.


Sunday, February 21, 2010



So you’ll not celebrate this day’s
anniversary, but just before flat-
lining, whisper of the last combat

won. Be graphic. As
if it’s a video game
featuring assholes.


Saturday, February 20, 2010


Two Cellists

-He owns supermarkets in the
South and bought me my Strad.

-Most beautiful I've heard, but...
oh I don't mean to sound pure!
But there’s a the matter.

-I screw him when I see him--
which isn't that often, really.

-Well, I suppose it's for Art.

-That too.

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Friday, February 19, 2010


Gossip Nation

Tiger performs Confession-
al Two-Step today. Pundits
intone: Not enough! We're

Gossip Nation. Vicious,
by great service must
atone. Rest of us?

Pick up a vagrant
scrap of paper from
the gutter. Place in
receptacle provided.

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Thursday, February 18, 2010


El Niño

Give us a break
we implore!
Shut the door

on hailish mix in
Dallas. Away with
Florida freezing.

Blizzards in DC where
Republican Senators
have kids make snow

forts gussied with signs
horselaughing glo-
bal warming. Provid-

ing, thus, a manifesto
the hicks can get.

O help us with the weather
little one! The stupidity past
your pay grade.

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Wednesday, February 17, 2010


Christian Radio


er music
to gas

of alleged


Tuesday, February 16, 2010


GOP Populism

Party of Rich
actually for
common folks.

It’s that there
Trickle Down.

Sorta like pis-
sing on you
from the rim

of the volcano
you wuz
throwd down into.

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Monday, February 15, 2010

Art-Fags Make the Best Accidental Victims, or Cinna the Poet in Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar–-torn to pieces
for having conspirator’s name.

The murdered included at least one accidental victim: Willi Schmid, the music critic of the Münchner Neuste Nachrichten, a Munich newspaper. The Gestapo mistook him for Ludwig Schmitt, a past supporter of Otto Strasser, the brother of Gregor.[42] Such unrestrained violence did much to add to the fearsome reputation of the Gestapo as the Nazis' secret police. -Wikipedia

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Sunday, February 14, 2010



I told my agent to stop worrying. I’d wear the funny clothes
and give the speech. How do you say waste in Swedish?

What I’ll say is they finally realized video games are
the new literature.

I actually read it once, got a pulp sandwich. Went on and on about a bunch of Krauts in a hospital.

By Mann, a winner like me.

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Saturday, February 13, 2010


Question Authority

What is function
of friction

within your

Do you enable,
table, or convict?


Friday, February 12, 2010

Very Shortest Dialog

-Both parties disgusting?


-Republican more?


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Thursday, February 11, 2010


Much Partisan Poison

over speech aids.

notecards, prompts
inked on hands. Big

Deal! Matters complex
need crutch for memory.
Not to mention jitters.

Speaker who doesn’t is rare...
or a mammoth bullshitter.

The latter, legion.

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Wednesday, February 10, 2010


-I can put ‘em away and still be clear.

-What’s that? About a dozen scotches? You’re an Iron Man!
Senator Iron Man!

-Still sharp enough to thoroughly enjoy my Surf n’ Turf!

-They have the best one!

-For sure. have almost a revolution in your party!

-The worst are full of passionate intensity!

-We know how things really run. And it’s efficient!

-Just have to possess the right fuel.

-Excuse me a second, Senator. Uh...if you wish
to skip dessert per usual.

-I’m sweet enough.

-That’ll be my house account, Charlie.

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Tuesday, February 09, 2010


Wall Street Execs, Bigtime

-Cargo pants hardly the look for The Street!

-I’m big enough to wear anything.

-Yeah! And besides, you like the huge pockets?

-This one for Republicans, this one for Democrats.

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Monday, February 08, 2010


A vast convention of pelicans
has landed in Orange Cove.

Huddling by hundreds
are white ones,

the few brown outliers
scattered near the boats.


Sunday, February 07, 2010


A certain slant of light

through my Florida window
highlights lost hairs on

a baseball cap near the computer,
and bars of dust across its screen.
You may shine at celebrations,

give speeches to much applause,
sing like an angel at Carnegie Hall,
but all is exfoliation.


Saturday, February 06, 2010

Arrangement in Black and White

-You’re black.

-Astute–for you.

-And I’m white.

-Not just. The unhealthiest extreme: fishbelly.

-Ah yes, let’s get the degree right. No detail too small or tasteless for the thudding bore.

-As opposed to VistaVision here, the man who sees it all and sees nothing!

-You’re an idiot!

-At least some zest. Not like you. Moron playing a great game.

-Well, that’s something at any rate.

-My complements.

-Acid drips from them.

-You’ve noticed?

-Is insult the cure for racism?


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Friday, February 05, 2010


PR Disaster

GOP lets Democratic President
dominate their meeting.

(Like Hitler inviting
Churchill to Night
of the Long Knives.)

More importantly, truncating
the gloat over taking Mass seat
with a poseur in a pickup truck--

informed them he’s independent!
Sorta. Uh huh. Yup. The Old in

Grand Old Party means
you do what you’re told.

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Thursday, February 04, 2010


Refinements of Republican Strategy

Hold it up.
Fuck it up.

Talk endless-
ly of nothing.

Let Dems preach
ideas–so called.

Hey! Our core
already furious.

Broaden the wrath
by jamming 2 by 4
into hornet’s nest.

All get stung, of course.
We’re betting them more.

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Wednesday, February 03, 2010


Poseur From Pickup

2 dolls presently available.
1 anatomically incorrect for
The Bible Belt. Ah well, we've

attained Democracy in one trans-
cendent matter: Bad Taste.


Tuesday, February 02, 2010


The Literary Process of Government*

When they came for my neighbor
and led him away after
shoving panties on his head...

I said nothing

When they came for my friend
and forced a bra over his
alligator shirt,

I kept quiet

Now they’re in my doorway waving
a pink nightie.

Inspired by Guantanamo anecdotes
(or Mock On, Voltaire, Rousseau!)


Monday, February 01, 2010


The Rope

The Capitalist will sell you the rope
to hang him with.*

And gloat to his vile club how
he fucked you on price.

*attributed to Lenin


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