Saturday, April 30, 2011
So what’s the latest, Jimmie Various? Novel? Short...?
Travel essay in anthology. I scope out a few small highways
through the people alongside.
Could be pretty good.
Times critic sniffs "The LAHST piece deals with quite minor
Well, he didn't say they should’ve stayed that way!
Might as well have.
If you were a horse, be said: "Jimmie Various also ran."
That’s me all right. I wouldn't mind just being quoted a bit.
Like, my words count.
You’re after immortality and it keeps receding
the more you trudge.
Look at Catch 22. It's said in every language of the world!
Yeah it is. But that’s because of its thumpingly insane atmospheric. That’s the writing part.
I'll take anything I can get.
Then pay attention to Yeats. Didn't he say something like you ought to be satisfied to distract a young girl with a poem?
Mine have distracted, I suppose.
Why isn't it enough? A lovely closes a book of your verse
and says That's just beautiful!
Well, I’m not writing here! That’s for sure!
Maybe when you're shoving up daisies in your impatient
ghinny way, you’ll think about what I’m telling you.
I will. Thanks. I’ll slow down the shoving up.
Mid poseurs, Rocco encounters a real writer in South Philadelphia.
Labels: Catch 22, immortality, Rocco, writing
Friday, April 29, 2011
Joe Heller Anticipates Today’s Republicans
-You haven't got a chance, kid. They hate Jews.
-But I'm not Jewish.
-It will make no difference. They're after everybody.*
*freely quoted from Catch 22
Labels: Catch 22, Heller, Republican
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Last Chapter: Branches of Government
Rubber stamps laws the lobbyists write.
Thus angling for bribes.
Interprets these laws according to the Constitution.
Some are Strict Constructionists, and this trying
pose somehow emerges from the legal thickets
after same Lobbyists instruct in its niceties.
Enforces the dictates of such wrath-
ful power while raising those predecessors
who underwent the same corrupt bath.
Labels: Branches of Government, Executive, Judicial, Legislative
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
-That hole up there died twenty years ago but nobody told em.
-And our operation there?
-Phasing out. Skeleton crew now.
-As the India factory grows?
-That's the formula for a brief period.
-We raze the buildings on the beautiful Hudson! Improve the view for the time being.
-They never got round to designating. Tough-ski shits-ski!
Hey we already sold the machinery to a startup in India!
-Helping a competitor?
-Not really. Our machines in India will come here...
along with the workforce.
-And into a brand new building?
-That's what I wanna know: What else?
-India Town! Like a little Disney thing to color up the drab Hudson burg!
-Make it easy to navigate the river with all that curry stink!
-Never thought of that. Hey they bring Grandma and Grandpa
who subsist on a few beans and a handful of rice.
Instead of farting all day, let's put em to use in India Town!
Dress ‘em in gorgeous rags. That armpit’ll leap to life up there!
-It's the American Dream!
-In a way, it is!
-You'll need beggars to make it really Indian. May I suggest Americans?
-Wouldn't be genuine.
Labels: Hudson, India, outsourcing
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
-She finds the act disgusting.
-Thus can a flatly uninteresting woman have an opinion.
-He's finds it quite the opposite.
-And the zombie ladies he pays have no opinions at all.
-At any rate...they’re going to therapy.
-He gives, she gives. They're discharged slightly more adult.
-Going to one of these Point of Agreement guys. They start
the couple with a point of agreement and spend hours on that
before any problem thrashed around.
-With those two, the agreeable ground is Right Wingnut Politics.
-How'd you know?
-Just a wonky guess. Listen, I'm a few beats behind the field:
Who's champion there presently?
-He calls himself “Pure-O the Constitution Man.”
-Does he now?
Labels: Constitution, relationship, sex, therapy, wingnut
Monday, April 25, 2011
Saying a Little Prayer
Well, where's the harm?
“Great!” sneer atheists,
“fixing you on the Super-
stition Chart ‘tween
Mumbo & Jumbo.” Locale
not worst, if noisy.
I've done rational too.
All proofs get extruded to
nonsense. Soldiers coy mid
either Bivouac in Truth.
Labels: . Prayer, atheism, rationality
Sunday, April 24, 2011
I got in touch with my feelings,
and all that crap-- Annie Hall
-Crap nailed after
a fervent phase
of it, almost
-Fool, but so what? Another
vehicle slides to the curb
and all swerve apeshit.
It is, at last, the definitive
marvel! How could we
have missed it earlier?
Labels: Annie Hall, fad, herd, psychology
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Football team, in drag,
butchers a dance
to yowling laughter.
Wry Mr Peterson, Shop, labels it
"The Dance of the Eleven Whales."
The English Department, resentful
of wit displayed elsewhere, launches
caustic digs of vague allusions
against him and the performance.
In a parallel universe, the Eleven's
movement is lithe, the audience breathless and
Peterson speaks of terpsichorean brilliance.
The English Department? Well, they’re
already a parallel universe.
Labels: English Dept, highschool, parallel universe, political dance
Friday, April 22, 2011
Cardboard chest of drawers
the plan and it worked
fine--well, in its flimsy way.
Then I decided that outward-
facing tabs should toe in,
ideally. But in correcting,
found when tab A connected,
tab B popped out,
vice versa & etc etc.
& oh well you know
the whole middle class
& its tortures.
By this sweaty time a rip
minor, hardly showing.
Who could have said this
would lead to the frenzied
destruction of the entire
objet d’art in-
to the smallest
Labels: Deconstructionism, do it yourself, Irish
Thursday, April 21, 2011
We've all displayed, yes?
The best revealing
In politics, it's
mothers' milk afresh.
There we must assess
less harshly. Sadly,
the hardest time today
is borne again by racists.
Thus, where's the birth
certificate of non-white
president? Trying justice.
In the Turkish proverb: If
you can't beat the donkey,
you beat the saddle.
Labels: birth certificate, birther, Racism
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
September and April
Thus science and
ascendant next to youngsters
who fiddle with video games--
paying to cheat onto
gaudier levels. But
at least their attainments
have Colonial utility
in a future where
some ensconce before
gorgeous consoles to
Labels: Medicine, video games, war
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
-Well, how does that handle feel, Vandal?
-Back when we dug the music, we were gonna
change the world!
-I was willing, but then Dad died and Mom wifted
to Palm Beach. Nobody was running the outfit, so
I stepped in. I mean, leave it to the bankers, brokers,
and lawyers and you’ll be raped blind.
-Amen. I never stepped out. Even when we two shared
folkie wisdom I stayed on the phone with the family.
Now the blogs want us guillotined because we pay
-It's a complex picture and you can't really explain complexity.
It operates on Faith. And bribes.
-In one seminar in grad school, prof claimed economic show
we have now is unsustainable. Something’ll detonate!
-Revolution? I expect that. But maybe in ten, fifteen years.
-I'd say sooner. Huge marches on Washington, etc.
Turning violent everywhere! And our solders
and national guardsman won't fire on...
-That's where you're wrong. Thousands killed.
-Well, you can't kill everybody.
-Wrong again. You can. What's the difference? Get rid of
the bitching work force and bring Indian units in.
Our stability will come when most of the workers
-Man have you gone Right!
-Just factual. And I’m not playing the Trombone of Freedom
like the charlatans.
-O the humanity!
-Wide-gauged like this, you’re in love! A boy or girl this time?
-He’s a complete heartbreaker!
Labels: folkies, Republicans and Wealthy, revolution
Monday, April 18, 2011
Futures of Pop Entertainers
Gnashers & folkies
rending anthems for
minor league baseball
& weeping on cue.
Labels: ; Republican, Democrat, pop
Sunday, April 17, 2011
shot out from under
during the personal war
include, most obviously,
Pride. In daily skirmish,
they decline and fall
Saturday, April 16, 2011
The Nanny State
She pays us
buying us toys.
Whereas in Nazi nurseries
she orders us when.
Enforcing, for our own good,
schedules. Followed or beaten into.
Though midst posher precincts
she’ll croon, “And how are all
my little boys and girls today?”
Labels: Nanny State
Friday, April 15, 2011
How can he be a Republican?
thinks Danielle, pouring his
coffee, and yet so nice
and fun? And a gentleman:
no little ass-pats in passing
back from dimming the lights.
In her cubby over the planes,
Lillian sorts out the flights
in her little rhymes. "Dainty
to Danielle," she snorts, "but
randy with Andy."
Labels: personal charter, Republican
Thursday, April 14, 2011
He must be our most infantile client!
Probably. How manifested this time?
He heard that GE has a 227-page return and got jealous.
How long his?
A mere 114, so he wanted to add pages of deductions.
Already Creative Writing. We mustn’t let it be turned into Farce.
I told him that the more we conferred, the higher our fee.
That stopped him?
His lawyers did. Told him he was ruining an
Ignorance Defense, if Justice came after him.
Which will never happen. Too big to jail.
But they could seek us.
Same defense. Our raft of brigands, aka the legal firm of
Allsiz, Belleer, and Rancini, gave us bum advice!
Why it's just a Carousel of Ignorance out here!
Accompanied by The Calliope of Greed.
Labels: accounting, itemized deductions, tax return
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Four AM Radio
Roswell & freak-
for gross measure.
Labels: radio, Right Wing Radio, Roswell
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
only for reasons
of Catholic guilt.
Means I’ve learned
nothing? Not so.
Just don’t know
what it is yet.
Labels: Catholic, Catholic Guilt, guilt, history
Monday, April 11, 2011
Thus do you encapsulate our last twenty years or so?
Fairly enough. The rest is eyewash.
But in the midst of your furious rant, I hear our Signature.
Why that’s all even Dr Goebbels would desire!
Signature what? Idea? Legislation?...you ask?
Just Signature. With that we have you.
Labels: party philosophy
Sunday, April 10, 2011
We don’t usually fund individuals. Groups carrying on our ideals, yes. For example, we want privatized education only. Put a buck in it and fuck the unions. To put it crassly.
There’s a real return for us there, ideologically.
Now with you...? Well, there’s one way we’ll go ahead:
The Ball Vise.
You see, you’ve splashed opinions this way and that.
We require focus. The Ball Vise is a bit uncomfortable
at first, but once we get the screws set right...that’s with a capital R heh heh...you’ll be just fine for yourself and for us.
And, of course, for the Nation.
Labels: Philanthropy, Philanthropy and Political Control
Saturday, April 09, 2011
1/ But how...?
1/ I beg your pardon. I fail to recall that
you’re the only American Indian Inspector
in Scotland Yard.
1/ You've solved it then?
2/ By dancing. The way I do all my cases.
2/ I'll write his name.
1/ But that's my name!
2/ Doesn't the shoe fit?
1/ He...insulted my old school tie.
2/ A bounder! I saw him bounding in my dance
and you watching him from the chairs
the old ladies usually sit in.
1/ That's quite enough detail. Where do I surrender?
2/ Why right here. Scotland Yard. Unmatched facilities.
1/ I forgot they did that here.
2/ Vacant brain defense.
Labels: Scotland Yard
Friday, April 08, 2011
We’re having this little time-out. Backing up from the horrible frustration: Trouble is we can’t get the money to the wealthy fast enough.
Yeah even in the speeding cyber environment.
Our frenzy moves faster!
One of our wags suggests we shrink wrap currency
skids like Bush operatives did to begin Iraq.
Just deliver it that way. Fork lift.
Hey these people fund ghinny operas! Too gauche!--
not to mention brutal larceny enroute. (Even Dems could
get a hand in there.)
Anyway, if it don’t get delivered, it don’t get back to us!
And they say we haven’t principles! Well that’s one!
Labels: political larceny, Republicans and Wealthy
Thursday, April 07, 2011
GOP Budget “Cause” Expained
Goddammit! Low Class,
Mid & Senior Moochers
gotta go with less.
What’s not clear? Truly?
Money Tree bare-branched!
Hey! Hamburger good as loin!
& the Rich? Oil ‘em!
They’re the engine!
Ah yes! Thus
boys & girls,
& join up!
Labels: cruelty, Republican Budget, rich-loving Republicans
To Morris the Monkey, a Scientific Script
Not to Smedley, who's phlegmatic,
or Rita, who's Rita--they’ll be
controls. The little leaguers
/Cue Take Me Out to the Ballgame/
backed by this lab are
off to Puerto Rico, so, more
grant money requisite, Amigo.
/Cue Pennies From Heaven/
(All these nerd PhDs /cue Goofus/
with athletic kids!) You stole
the key to the ladies’ room,
enlisted chimp Aristophanes
/Cue Helter Skelter/
and broke into the Kotex machine,
him eating the stock. Then, unholy
pair, you ripped out the tank
mechanism of the toilet, smashed
a window, ended chasing the shriek-
ing peacocks round the reflection pool.
(I’ll not forget the full aural
chaos of that four AM phone call
from jabbering guard, Alfonso.)
/cue I Go to Pieces —discordant harmonica/
’ll cost us to remedy these mischiefs,
little Morris. But, not the reason
you're getting the cancer. Oh well…
that’s science, fresh buddy!
Someday we may even learn
what you think of us.
Labels: animal experimentation
Wednesday, April 06, 2011
SENATE OF CONSIGLIORES
AND HOUSE OF WHORES
MEET IN COMMITTEE
"HOW BETTER TO SERVICE BILLIONAIRES"
Labels: billionaires, bribery, House of Representatives, patriotism, senate
Tuesday, April 05, 2011
wishes to inflict further disaster
upon our heads in its besotted name.
In principle anyway (cue laughter).
Screwing the worker
to a board of decreasing resonance,
and kicking Grandma to the curb
(in endless loop, for the vicious).
It's Austerity, Chums! But not
for Consiglieres, nor Godfathers
with stashes in Switzerland
and The Caymans.
Labels: consigliere, Godfather, Party of Business, Republican
Monday, April 04, 2011
I don’t know how I feel about this.
That’s not news. But look, I get sick of being accused in the metaphor all the time. I’m not a figure of speech! I feel like literally doing it, but I’d like your help.
Well, maybe after you really get some good ones in, I’ll just
administer a gentle, uh, leggish nudge or two.
Symbolic, almost. You’re good at that.
I didn’t get my medicine and every bone aches!
That’s so? Well here’s something for your trouble!
(To DEM) You getting in on this?
Actual thumps and shrieking not as aesthetic as TV.
I’m bushed. About broke my own ass in the process!
You got her to the curb. My input not needed, fortunately.
God will punish you!
Doubt it. It’s the Party foists the God-Malarkey.
I believe in nothing!
Rare point of agreement.
Labels: Kicking Grandma to the Curb, medicare
Sunday, April 03, 2011
stayed open until fishing boats came in.
Everything cooked from scratch.
But now: small freezer.
“I lost my women to Walmart. They did all the slicing,
cutting, mincing, filleting the fish, shucking oysters,
and what have you.”
“You pay less than them. That's pretty lame.”
“Well, they left in tears, so maybe something else was here.”
“You know, Will, everything still tastes great. How come?”
He waves one arm along his shelf of spices.
Then taps his head.
Sears my thick steak, lost in the vapor.
Labels: chef, cooking from scratch, restaurant, Walmart
Saturday, April 02, 2011
When Marcy made Captain, she told the other detectives she could no longer be goosed. The announcement was greeted with sober applause, but none when she hinted that the horseplay should cease anyway.
Unfortunately, she became the next violator, goosing a young lieutenant who shrieked in such a feminine voice that the departmental sadist threatened to tease him forever.
But was brought up short by having his nose rearranged.
This fisticuff happened the very day the Head of Detectives expired at a Mets game.
Marcy was again promoted, and her first duty involved interviewing the splat nose, who threatened suit.
She fired him after saying he was the sorriest excuse
for a detective she ever saw.
He hied to the Chief of Police, who asked the mayor
to reign Marcy in.
His appeal was so successful that the mayor instead decided
to move Chief’s retirement up to one year from two.
This upset Chief so much he played even more golf that particular week, traveling to the state capital where a new Arnold Palmer Signature course had just opened.
Incidentally, to appeal to his cousin, a legislator.
When the legislator phoned the mayor, the locks
got changed on the Chief's office and it was given
to the press he was immediately retiring
for health reasons.
Meanwhile, Marcy was confronted by Junior Detective Lillian____to the effect that she was lodging a complaint
with The Human Relations Commission regarding the
frat boy imbecility of the department.
She showed her a cartoon her boyfriend had drawn for the newspaper showing Marcy as shepherdess against a weedy meadow. The caption: Can fading Bo Peep tame
the stubborn sheep?
After Lillian departed, Marcy took the cartoon into the bathroom and held it up beside her face.
Burst into sobs at the fat, trashy figure. After framing
it, tears splashing the glass, and hanging it in the
bathroom, she made an appointment at a spa for
the complete works.
After her first full spa day, where Harold saw her hair as the challenge of a lifetime, her new mentor in the mayor's office sent his tailor to measure her for the Chief of Police uniform!
Things were moving too fast for just about everyone, and
prior to her swearing-in, she wore the uniform to a
meeting of roiled detectives.
She apprised them of the fact that any incident of horseplay would result in the whole department being reduced to the rank of the most junior detective. Also, that the young male lieutenant was now Captain, Head of Detectives.
He proved to run a tight ship, and the wall behind Chief Marcy's desk eventually filled up with awards.
She brought out the cartoon from the bathroom
and installed it amid them.
Labels: municipal politics, office horseplay, police
Friday, April 01, 2011
Something feels not right and the machinist stops the process
to measure with his precision micrometers. Should scrap the piece, he thinks, but work has piled up.
The mechanic who must make the part function ends up cursing and applying a few mickey mouse solutions.
The consumer receives the product, its aesthetics promising
a rare perfection.
He ends up on the phone with a person in India.
Labels: India, manufacturing