Saturday, July 31, 2010
Strike your bitterness
and cynicism and you’ll
not hear resonance, so
that’s the full idea, no?
Others bring it
to the table. They
lack your wit and
but laugh a lot.
Boss promotes them
to chat up his scat wife.
Above all, you’ll
float away eventually
into a daydream
Labels: bitterness, cynicism
Friday, July 30, 2010
Democrats’ 2010 Strategy Against Republicans
“These people brought ruin
& have gone crazy to boot!”
Will this screed succeed?
...being only true.
Truth? What’s that?
rapped posing Pilate.
Labels: Democrat, political strategy, Republican
Thursday, July 29, 2010
The Party Leader
talks over scraping
chairs. But, one falls.
They're leaving. He
platform and pounds
most clamorous plank
as people haul on
coats and hats. Thanks
them for coming.
They don't look up.
Labels: party politics, political meeting, politics
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
“Cheese-Eating Surrender Monkeys”
Best example of Righty wit-–yes it
does live! Target: French in this case.
Fulfills vision of self-chosen
Lords of Highest Lucre too
busy raking it in: nasty,
brutish and short.
Labels: Conservative wit, French
Monday, July 26, 2010
stages for Race
itself lightly in
A Dance of Delight
for pissed Right.
Labels: Fox News
Sunday, July 25, 2010
-So here we sit, twin cliches in a cloudbank.
-Well I don't like that! But I do like the language of it.
-And after the arduous journey, the harrowing climb
up this mountain, you toss me a chestnut my old aunt'd
crochet in a sampler?
-That's all there is in essence.
-And I'm to take this back and...?
-If the foo shits...
-Add lame humor to my monstrous defeat!
-Just turning words a bit. At any rate, you harbor such endlessly falling shelves of griefs and guilts and spites,
I thought that...
-Already wasted too much time. And thus, the return
to brutal existence. Until, again, I can't stand choking up
the gorge further, and embark on another journey.
To another such as you!
-May I come?
Saturday, July 24, 2010
They do make the dreary
less so with touches
I'd never dream. But,
Tolstoy's Ivan Ilyich ob-
serving his promotion by
getting fancier digs &
dressing them a la mode.
Every pot on message. In
short, utterly luxe &
like everyone else.
Inpatient to achieve this anemic result,
he hangs some drapes, a task far
below his pay grade, falls,
bashing his side. Big C posts domestic
saga from here on, & poor, grave Ivan
inches along smelling of dirt. Indecorous
death, as it must to all, finally comes
to him, & Charles Foster Kane,
and will you, Rosebud.
Labels: death, decorating, Home TV
Friday, July 23, 2010
1) Man! We’ve done wonders!
2) But never a rest for old wheeler-dealers!
1) Why we could schedule a moon-in at the White House and thousands...!
2) Nobody wants to see old assholes.
1) Just an example. At any rate, a toast to our patron saint, Ronald Reagan!
2) Barry Goldwater.
1) We can have two.
2) Three. Include Joe Goebbels.
1) You’re kidding!
2) Take away the alleged atrocities, and a communications genius light years ahead of his time.
1) Yeah but...
2) Now don’t get all politically correct on me!
1) I’m shocked. And...wouldn’t want our little
2) I trust you.
1) Shouldn’t, or anybody. What if I went to Washington Post?
2) I’d have you killed.
1) Uh huh?
2) Remember that scene in Bourne? Where he snaps Guardian reporter to: This is not a story in a newspaper.
These people will kill you.
1) Sounds deadly serious. You’re pulling my leg, yes?
2) If you wish.
Labels: Republican Tea Party
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Racist Tea Party
Well, look at some of the signs!
Just a few nuts maintained.
And Talk Radio plumps thus
with third grade sarcasm.
Signs just symptom of toxic
decay in all their racist hearts!
Uh huh. Such round spec-
ulation favors no soul. So,
bottom lust: They’re
Trouble is disgrace
falls on the family.
Labels: Tea Party Racism
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Cell phone buzzes in my supermarket
and I tell my PA buddy the prices here
compared to his Acme, pronounced AK-uh-me
in Philly. Everything much dearer there but he's
on affluent Main Line. I tell him tourists have money
down here and retired, some. And space engineers,
but it’s ending. Ordinary workers from town have the usual
Southern shit jobs and lousy wages, when they work at all.
It doesn't stop them from vehement anti-unionism, of course.
Chumps forever. Apropos of much preceding, he concludes
“You gotta hand it to Capitalism.
They fuck you until you like it.”
Labels: Capitalism, Southern wages, supermarket
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Town fathers meet in general store
to discuss Post Office turning down
proposed name as too long.
Baker's Cocoa reposes
on counter and one shrugs
What the hell let's call it Cocoa.
Labels: Cocoa, Florida, tradition
Monday, July 19, 2010
Leaving the Conservative Economics Discussion
-Actually there’s also a good deal of homegrown common sense to “Trickle Down Theory.”
Response is collapse into hysterical laughter, then a fighting for breath.
-Are you all right?
-Completely so! That’s why I don’t need lame theories!
Labels: Conservative, trickle down
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Men are sad. Over-
bright slacks, boring-
ly straight blazer. Add
golf shirt’s penitentiary
collar to twitch macho-
Whereas gals great
Birds of Paradise cleav-
ing the industrial air
with flagrant hustle.
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Two Friends and a Wife
He shook apart. I’d seen him tremble before, but this time parts of him flew off. Leg over the plasma TV as an example.
That’s too much high definition for me. But we all
come close. I fall to pieces sang Patsy Cline. At any rate, something prevents it. Filters shove in, or friends.
His dog had just died, and on top of everything else...no job, no wife, no girlfriend.
That’s just it! Too much of a loner.
If you two philosophers intend to replace that shower diversion valve, I suggest you hop to it!
There’s a prime example: a sarcastic wife will filter life
for you and thus prevent your own flying apart.
She has rescued me on many occasions, most when I didn’t wanna be. At any rate, got the Home Depot part right here. Would you deign to accompany me to the bathroom?
With pleasure! ... Oh! A good bit cleaner than mine!
Who desires to crap in a literal hole?
Is that a rhetorical question? Hey! Such great acoustics in here!
Thus will our learned discussion gain resonance.
Let’s start with Budweiser. Allow me to pop both. Now, a toast to all the trouble in a world which tragically misses us when we’re occupied doing these pedestrian tasks.
Amen to that. At another time, we’d be swimming in peasants to perform the dirty work.
Sound from outside amplified in here too. What’s this newest resonance?
Isn’t it a strange world?
People made it.
Labels: friendship, wife
Friday, July 16, 2010
Exploited his chaos
once, but imbecile
has talking points
now, and how
he spits 'em!
Labels: talking points
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Choosing a span,
draws it out.
Owns its lust-
re and stupidity.
Have the one you're in,
making what you will.
Jury out on it.
Labels: choice, history, modern
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
The Fete of Nonsense
No individual gun right in
Second Amendment. Court’s
reading, Alice in Wonderland.
Collective, yes. So, though maybe
there should be, & devoutly
to be wished, it ain’t there.
Guessing most’d favor
But no right without boundary, so
zealots honor fog to maneuver.
Labels: individual rights, Second Amendment
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Believing polls true, they've
begun that overreaching
in their DNA. Get ready
again for blue noses a-sniff in
your bedroom. Guns & Greed, too,
replayed in front of Ronnie statues.
Make sure also to pencil in reserva-
tions for them at the posher prisons &
appointments with the New Wave
of boy whores in Vegas.
Labels: Conservative, Republican
Monday, July 12, 2010
Every Investigatory Panel
intending to get the unsurprising truth
concerning our being screwed again
features a bumpkin. “You fellers
is making it all too complicated!”
Recognizable American Type
of someone who removes
your underpants from
under your pants
as you wonder that it’s
Labels: bumpkin, panel, politics
Sunday, July 11, 2010
'll be right since
you're making it.
It's your decision!"
After many years, soft-
ly wacky charm to
that advice. But I've
made doozies, bereft
of any sense. But they
were right, too, according
to my lights--which were
on dim. Oh well, consider
the process anew. Picture
matrixes of rationality,
quirk, and randomness
all going in and out
of each other. And the result?
Number with 10 brilliant
and 0 insane? Fanfare please!
Fanfare for the Common Schlub.
What’s that? Model too complex?
Let’s sample slot machine then.
Labels: decision, decision making, personality, rationality
Saturday, July 10, 2010
After his third divorce, retired banker purchases 2-bedroom
condo in Palm Beach.
Guatemalan woman cleans it weekly. He wishes it neater, though, and has her come three times instead of one.
Then she lives in, having the second bedroom.
Place immaculate and stays that way even after
she sleeps with him.
He studies her country and they visit her relatives there.
Tasteful Guatemalan artifacts now decorate the apartment.
When his children pay a call, she moves back into the second bedroom but doesn't fool them. They complain to the banker and he tells them to mind their own business.
In a way–-financial, the important one--it is.
Friday, July 09, 2010
Each ass branded,
thus plots cross
hatch & nothing
done. Polls warn so
even more smug.
In a locked kitchen
toxic stews bubble.
lingers like their stink:
Can coming mess
possibly top this one?
Labels: gridlock, Legislature, politics
Thursday, July 08, 2010
Rocco and Heavy CSPAN Viewer, Ricardo
Man! You should see these conservative women! Flames shooting outa my TV.
Same with liberal women. We men being more temperate.
Cozy, you mean.
Uh huh. Being the ruling group involves lots of declarative statements followed by wink wink nudge nudge.
So the ladies is angry!
That'll continue so long as they keep eating shit.
Feminine Revolution has a way to go, you think?
That's why they make so much noise when they’re
given the chance.
Noise lends power?
Gets you on the doorstep.
If you don’t move off of it, equals impotence.
Jury’s still out.
When’s it come in?
Rocco listens, learns, often spouts in SPhilly.
Wednesday, July 07, 2010
whilst joyfully pocketing
Rich Money. Republican?
Ranting on homosexuality
whilst planning a tryst with
a boy. Which greater? Latter
gets the press if not the prize.
Labels: Democrat, homosexuality, hypocrisy, Republican
Tuesday, July 06, 2010
How Can Ideologues Sleep?
Every few seconds an outrage!
Raping Truth, Honor, Justice, all
in a row. Clots of viral electrons
fly round the net, often hoaxes
meant to harrow ignorant and
stupid. They’re succeeding.
Monday, July 05, 2010
Adjusting the Scenario
Seems truly bent
when you refuse
the deal. Over-
complex, you say.
Shady, you mean.
Sad, for such
a nice hand thus
Sunday, July 04, 2010
After the mishap
at the textile factory
he tweezers out the threads
from the technicolor gash.
The whole thing oft reprised
to steer clear of memories
of pain and nausea. What
could have been done
else. But facts and their
no closure. Some say tack
to metaphysics, answer lying
in a large book reposing
at a miscellaneous port.
Good luck with that.
Saturday, July 03, 2010
When the plum dips
you must twist and twist
into a position to pick it.
Friday, July 02, 2010
A particularly robust
set of words precedes
and upholds death
in war. Funerals, though,
are more succinct, direct.
Brevity becoming our soul
under unspeakable duress.
I prefer expunging these words,
but imprecations shower
down from those caressing
Labels: linguistics, patriotism, war deaths
Thursday, July 01, 2010
Last time I’m in this kitchen we paint it. Takes a case of Bud.
He has promotion so it’s Heineken now. Hot on our task,
we’re grabbing Heinies left and right.
We’re election committee and counting for club president.
Something seethes in. H is a prick and leading by two.
Nothing said, but we toss some ballots: “Unclear Intention.”
Hey! We’re not supposed to divine the vote! Must be clear.
Y ends up edging H and we sign on to it and finish
the case heh heh.
Nothing ever makes a difference. Club folds anyway year or so after. Grab captain’s chair before Sheriff.
It’s in my garage. Have breakfast coffee there on huge old dog
of a console TV, picture tube removed. Listen to Fox.
Not dumb enough to believe Fair and Balanced, but who’d want that anyway?