Monday, January 31, 2011



So you sit on a limb
sawing between
you and trunk?

And plunge! This
doesn't happen.
Except in metaphor.

But there with
amazing frequency.


Sunday, January 30, 2011



We've been good together, but she's catching, again,
the distance disease.

Telling her “I get the feeling you're not here."


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Saturday, January 29, 2011


And onto the docket
went paradox. It

the scholar and
person in turn.


Friday, January 28, 2011


Minority Financial Disaster Report

Republicans spread widest
the blame, banker thieves

perhaps not gaining their
just proportion thereby.

Though I believe that
they believe what

they believe, it's mostly
Grand Old Wall Street Love!

The object of
such awe

still spinning straw
from gold.

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Thursday, January 27, 2011


Shaken Apollo

stood in his temple un-
der a banner announcing

after his week as a man.
"These Gleek Plicks!"
he pronounced,

revealing the speech defect then
leaked, by lesser gods, to Alopex.*

*TEUMESSIAN FOX (Alopex Teumessios) A gigantic fox which ravaged
the countryside of Thebes and was destined to remain uncatcheable.
The hero Cephalus set the hunting dog Laelaps on its spoor, a beast
destined to always catch its mark. Zeus perplexed by
the contradicting fates turned the pair to stone. -Theoi Project

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Wednesday, January 26, 2011


Holy Wars Prove

endless. For
if the impure

seem running short,
the definition dilates. Yet

the warriors do get steered,
to the table in time, by

God. Possessing, He,
just so much patience.


Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Home Truth

-Little Joey came home from school with a book about Hitler.

-I don’t know if I like that.

-And he read the whole thing, even skipping video games.

-What was his eleven year old’s conclusion?

-“He hates the Jews, just like Grandpa.”

-Well, that’s extreme. Your father...

-would’ve turned the handle to let the gas in.

-My God, Joe, do you really mean...?

-Hey, there’s a lot of hatred in this country, against blacks, Hispanics. But the real keystone is Jews. Too much sugar-coating: let’s admit it. When Fox and those others go after Liberals, who do you think they see in their diseased mind’s eye?

-It was a code word as far back as Agnew. Not so much now, methinks. Anyway...more time passes, more it goes away.

-Yeah, time that is. Not Jew-Hatred.

-Well, he’s your father.

-We’ve long ago given up on screaming over the kitchen table
and are just waiting for him to die.

-Yeah, but he must know how you really feel.

-I hope not. He’ll change his will.

-So, it has become
go along to get along lo these many years?

-Pretty much.

-And when he buys the farm, you get a string
of hardware stores?


-Are you interested in hardware?

-Not in the least. They’ve all got good managers,
so it’ll be more of a cash machine at first.

-Send little Joey to Yale?

-Probably. Maybe he’ll get interested in the
family business then.

-Too capitalistic.

-My plan is to make it pretty much profit sharing: every employee getting a stake.

-Too socialistic! The old man’ll start spinning in his grave and never stop.

-Devoutly to be wished. Maybe I can bury a Jew beside him.
They can spin together.

-Uh uh. More like in opposite directions.


Monday, January 24, 2011



-Weeks are going by and it's all CRF.
Crap with Rhetorical Flourishes.

-You may call it that. But it's our platform.

-But it's doomed. The other house will ignore it
or shoot it down. If by some miracle it reaches
the president, he'll veto.

-Meanwhile, the great ideas mature. Waiting for...

-What great ideas? Same shit your gang has been trotting out for a hundred years!

-Aging like fine wine!

-Meanwhile there's urgent business!

-I hope not. My constituents are anti-government.
They sent me here to do nothing.

-You’re becoming the patron saint of that movement.

-Amen amen I say to you that if a man is given a fish
he eats it. But if you teach him to fish...!

-Uh huh? You promise such and never deliver.

-Not a perfect world.

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Sunday, January 23, 2011


The Punishment

Our oceans hold vast
islands of trash.

To those who scoff
so what? And laugh
Where is the punishment?

Our oceans hold vast
islands of trash.

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Saturday, January 22, 2011

Time In the Twenty First Century

Get the real-time surveillance video on your cell ph
insists my car radio.

I start to after walking into Walmart, when the doors burst open and two gunman stick Glocks in my ribs.

One black and one white, checkerboard kids.

Black says “Say your prayers Grandpa!”

White says "You're in the way for the last time!”

“Whoa!” pipe I, “You're behind the surveillance tape!” Thank God I could play it for them on my phone. “See, I'm not here yet and you're off into the store! There go your floppy pants!”

“How the fuck could that happen?” Black asks White.

“Who the fuck cares? Let’s waste him!”

“You do and you'll be in a lot of trouble!”

“What? With the surveillance camera God?”
White can really scoff.

“Bigger than that. I mean tremendously bigger than that!”

“All right we pissed away enough time with this pain in the ass,” Black screams. “Run out the fuckin door!” he tells me.

I start to but White yells “He can't do that! The outside
camera will show it and it never happened.”

“All right, crouch down then.” Pointing to the floor with the Glock. “And next time stay in the fuckin time frame
where you belong you nosy old bastard!”

They flap further inside the store and I collapse. At that point my phone shows me coming in, so I leave for the logic of it.

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Friday, January 21, 2011

House Repeals Healthcare

Their mouth painted them
into absurd corner and
they look, thus, fools.

But, onward!
To further taints.

There’s work to be shunned.

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Thursday, January 20, 2011


Republican Recipe

Take a generous portion of Greed

Coat it with crumbs of Patriotism

Deep fry in God-Lard


Wednesday, January 19, 2011


RIP Hugh Scott

Moderate GOP senator
and expert in ceramics
of the Tang Dynasty.

Let's not condescend:
Reagan on Velvet
can also be art.

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Tuesday, January 18, 2011


Greatest Patriots

seem to be at ballgames.
Open with National
Anthem, God

Bless America at
seventh inning stretch

Hemingway wrote
whores generated

same, but another
time and place.

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Monday, January 17, 2011

Radio Strategy

-Rat ta tat tat! Yeah!

-I like the recording better than your lame sound effect.
What's it, AK 47?

-Nah, AK one sweeping fuckin combined explosion!–aural smear from hell! It's a Glock. only wanna
take a small room out?

-Yeah, like Lefty meeting! Well I want all our radio hosts
to substitute it for bumper music.

-Corporate says temporary soft pedal. Mayhem in the news and all that?

-Fuck them. Their own shit scares them.

-How about language, then? No quiet pseudo-rational?


-Aren’t you afraid of crazies acting on--

-Hey, crazies are consumers too. It's Buy Baby Buy!
That's what keeps you and me in five-buck champagne
with dollar store mac and cheese.

-You'd think we'd get more for prostituting ourselves.

-Might someday. No openings presently in Penthouse of Blood.

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Sunday, January 16, 2011

The Office

-You’re undergoing changes appropriate to your age. I'll have to copy your insurance card. Stella's out sick.

-Not star-steady, she.

-How did you know she's a Hollywood buff?



Saturday, January 15, 2011


Dates, Bridgeport, CT

New to much,
but not bad

at snowing
each other,

we motor in rain-
y darkness and
finally spy

the dive to
serve us--

Shiver in un-
heated dining
room and order

drinks. Waitress
leaves and a large
black dog enters,

craps middle
of dance floor.

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Friday, January 14, 2011


He chewed metal

and shit bullets!
So said we once
of our fierce, tough

guy. How like most of us
now after a bad nap.


Thursday, January 13, 2011

Western Conversation

-Getting rid of your Glock?

-Like, no. But might get more magazines
‘cause they're making more n--

-Mine's specific to spicks.

-Illegals or--

-We don't discriminate.

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Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Cell Dialog

-Forgive me for not believing you! Just moved in and I’m literally being carried off by cockroaches this very moment.
It’s Kafka! We just left the bedroom. Ceiling waterstained.


-O I wish that I could shimmy like my sister Kate!

-You’re starting on it.


Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Right Soft-pedaling Usual Calls to Murder

Biking past us, smile
a long, beatific smear.

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Monday, January 10, 2011

Complaint of Talk Radio

When the mad
act out

our vicious

the rest miss
the humor.

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Sunday, January 09, 2011


of a little re-
minder of a fine

habit I'm trying
to suggest to me.

Local store sells
little animal figures
in pairs. Okay, 1 to

represent it on the frig.
Other? That's more
amending than desired

presently. Into a drawer
to resonate ducking


Saturday, January 08, 2011


A flatters B,
a coy poison.

B upon B,


Friday, January 07, 2011


The Legislators Recite The Constitution

A Freshman idea and no
one plays Send in the Clowns
as overture. But that's harsh.

Maybe the durable girl lends
resonance to grimy matters.

Chief of these economic:
Rich having scarfed
most of the pie.

They, of course, have done so
constitutionally. Mr Smith, though,

has come to Washington!
Their new best friend.


Thursday, January 06, 2011

The Freshman And His Oldest Friend

-So, you're telling me you haven't served a day yet
and you've already raised your reelection money?

-They also serve who only gad about this golden town,
leaving each soiree with a bushel of cash.

-Like, they're giving it to you out of love?
They want something back!

-Nothing to do with me.

-Gotta be.

-Nope. Leadership handles everything.

-And then tells you how to vote.

-You always put things so crudely.

-Bribery, once removed. Well, all that aside, you still
got a job to do. Constituent services for one.

-Old pros handle that. No need to get my hands dirty.
Same with boring committee nonsense.

-Looks to me that you'll be doing nothing!

-Talking. We've got a lovely mantra.

-A Parrot!

-With such pretty feathers!

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Wednesday, January 05, 2011

Rocco and Andy the Milkman

You know I’m up anyway. 4 am every morning, but I haven't really slept lately.

You always look awful. Who's to tell?

Like you're Rock Hudson? Oops, I can't say him.

Yes you can, if we're judging on looks. On macho code, I edge him out.

Anyway, I listen to right wing crazies on the radio.

We shouldn’t scoff. They've taken over the House with foul-haired boys and girls. Are they gloating?

Not a bit. Everything is till shit!

Oh well, crazy is a choice then. They could allow some happiness.

They can’t knock it off. Maybe it’s the insanity surrounding them in commercials.

Yeah, the dick hardeners and prostate miracles.
All of it decked in gold.

I could hide a bar under the yogurt.

Orwell said you put on a mask and
then your face grows to it.

So it’s with them?

I don't know. They're too crazy.

Rocco and Andy frequently meet for an egg and pepper breakfast sandwich at Celebre's


Tuesday, January 04, 2011


Inner Fires

At One AM, the moderator--
requested from another town--
announced discussion

closed. Good thing for all
of us had little breath left.

He saw no compromise path
and scheduled a vote

the following week.
That night a landslide
carried away the upper village.

A few day later I happened to meet an
agreeable party at the mud-splattered list
of deceased posted by the town clerk.

Soon, he was pounding my back, most
of the dead on their side: "We've won!"


Monday, January 03, 2011


Camp #

The superstitious hear

but it’s wind
through the ruins.

The village funded
a hospice nearby and

the very last of
that generation
passes quietly.


Sunday, January 02, 2011

The Director and the Drunk

-A ship is in the bomb!

-It's a wrap, everybody!

-But I said it wrong. I...

-Outa money. Producers murderous.

-But it'll sound foolish. I'll sound..

-We have computer program: move words around.

-But even then, the intonation!

-Does that too. Not a worry.

-I have my reputation to worry...!

-Not any more. John Barleycorn took it.

-See here!

-Go AA if you wanna work again.

-I'll kill myself and it's on you!

-Obits nice. Some good work. Early.

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Saturday, January 01, 2011


Young Man Between This and That

I go with Belle Canto a bit
but we split

due to her candying everything up.
Not facing our reality.

Down the pike floods Bertha Barker.
Yow! Iron voice and man-balls.
Figuratively speaking of course.

The oldsters start advising me. Say fun
ceasing for them counting more miscues.

"Use it before you lose it!"


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