Tuesday, May 31, 2011


Been There, Done That

Info button on remote
gives plot capsules.

_____begins relationship
with _____. Shortly, obsesses.

Run through hundred or so
to assess your bio entire.

I'd quote more, but won’t risk
sickening you.

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Monday, May 30, 2011


-You’re the only pride this town got left and
you’re about finished.

-Ghost from a ghost town? Not quite.

-You’re okayed to play Sunday for the championship?

-Docs say so, but they don't give a shit if I die.

-Well, give it your best.

-When did I not? Media gets me both ways: if we win:
Gallant warrior's last triu
mph etc. If we lose:
The last and most bitter defeat of the once-gallant...

-See that you win. Winning trumps the blather
about gallant and all the rest!

-Agreed! Win for the glory! Well, actually, the money.
Three ex-wives depending on it!

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Sunday, May 29, 2011

Rocco and Cyber-Dating Ralphie "Romance"

So, how went the latest?

She had two notes: yelling and shrieking.

Unlike your preferred compact Italians, silent and ripe
to sexually explode.

We met in a coffee shop on South Street.

Check your ID? Pretty old for the venue.

Her too. But we enjoyed ourselves.

She could talk? When not actually yelling or shrieking?

Football! She doesn't like West Coast Offense.

Me neither. Throw the fuckin ball down the field!
Nothing to lose but the game.

She agrees.

I'm guessing, too, resembles a smallish linebacker.

Bingo! And after, she says "Let's run!" So we run down
South Street. But she slips on some trash in front
of a Goth boutique and breaks a fingernail!

The expected tragedy ensues? Though a tomboy,
she's still a girl.

Nah! Takes out a bandaid from her backpack. No drama.

What’s next?

Saturday we shop Reading Terminal Market for picnic
lunch stuff, walk to Rittenhouse Square for--

Why not pull up a spot of grease on the riverside? Closer.

The long walk's part of the plan.

And will the next be a tryst in your hastily-cleaned
studio apartment?

I don’t think so. If she proves a yeller there,
my landlady pounds on the door!

Wait just a minute! That shrieking you first described
involves her laughing at your lame jokes!

Bingo! And I don’t miss the twelve-mile stares of the
condescenders one little bit!

Your ex-wives thought you were funny.

Pathetic, more like.

S Philadelphia's Rocco turns off the politics for matters
personal and sociological.

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Saturday, May 28, 2011

Hippies begin checking in

to that Great Weed Patch
In the Sky, tie-died

trickle. Ridiculed also
for Peace and Love by
those knowing better.

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Friday, May 27, 2011


Wisconsin Recalling Republicans

But some understanding requisite.
Overreaching in their genes became
frenzied in pleasing wealthy patrons.

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Thursday, May 26, 2011

The Moderate Discussion

-Where are the young Everett Dirksens to throw a
comfortable fedora into the ring?

-Solid Midwest Republicans? Howled to the fringes
by the Loon Coup!

-And Savaged as RINO?

-Bingo! Besides how much of the past you want?
The guys smelling of booze and tobacco and
armpits swinging their deals under a bare bulb?

-I see them now: hitched up suspenders. No nerds with banks
of computers there.

-Well, do you want to return to that?


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Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Musical Story

“After the kid at Cornell joined a madrigal group, His Hugeness thought he'd like some at the plant.

Soon male voices bounced off puddles of industrial filth and
through cranes. I'm being caustic: sounded pretty nice actually.

Females exempted--they’re risk-adverse anyway.

Well, somebody always monkeys around in peacetime, and
one bunch decided they'd sing barbershop instead.

Fired! He can't do that? Yes he can, legally. Our worker rights
about on par with Central America.

Insane? He does Insane.”

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Tuesday, May 24, 2011


To France

Kindly send few-
er sexual imbeciles.

Being truly generous-
ly supplied at present.

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Monday, May 23, 2011

Who Could Have Known That

Well Poisoners
had ideas? Wit-
ness past turkeys

presently foisted.
They're expired but
that's hardly the point

for zombies ideological.
Nor whether they’ve
historically bombed: Their

pride in them remains
a vast enterprise
of feathers.

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Sunday, May 22, 2011



When used cars went bust
he leaned back on rust-
y psych degree, repaired

to marriage counseling, prin-
ciples of sunny salesmanship
upon despair.

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Saturday, May 21, 2011

Schwarzenegger reveals he had child with staffer–AP

All that doping
and groping.
But not to gloat.

Unseemly: Most
gifted with bits
of sex de-hinging,

no? Fling not the first rock,
Sinner in deed or hock.

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Friday, May 20, 2011


-You're with us then?

-Jumping in with both feet. So, yes and no.


-I object to some of your methods. And personal lives too messy even for politics.

-My original question stands.

-Where do you want me and what do
you want me to do?

-Sounds all the way to me.

-Yes. I can find nothing pure, or even remotely so,
in any part of life.

-At the core, we’re a brilliantly pure heart!

-Don’t try snowing both of us.

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Thursday, May 19, 2011

Returning from a Muddled Power Point Display

-You can call it Socialistic Capitalism or reverse
the terms: It's still a mess!

-Oh? Did you prefer the old regime with its
utter corruption by the billionaires?

-In some ways. The more they preached competence
for all, the more incompetent they became.

-There was an art to it.

-More elbow room than now anyway. I can’t go to
any more dog and pony specials explicating
how we fell into this sorry state.

-Well, righty revolution beginning in the valley;
lefty in the mountains.

-I was always a mountain man. First thing is to
buy off most of the righties. Then exterminate
the maniacs.

-Some plan!

-Some sarcasm! I leave tomorrow. Keep collecting
my wages. We do so little here anyway,
I won't be missed.

-Payroll ghost?

-Try not to spend it all.

-Isn't that illegal?

-It will be under the new constitution.

Which is why I stopped two years later when
my friend, The Commandante, marched in
with his army to assume power.

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Wednesday, May 18, 2011



Bankers catapulted
through their own

caution lights, laughing at
the manual they wrote.
Well, the frenzy, if

not the bankers,

In American Style, TV makes
over sows' noses to posies as
the empty preach substance.

Buy a turnip from a farmer’s dirt,
you can thump the fuckin thing!

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Tuesday, May 17, 2011


A Dangerous Place*

At the stoning
I stared. After,

lamenting it
by force of wit.

A form of riches,

Blood facts
enough and
you age


*The world is a dangerous place, not because of those who do evil,
but because of those who look on and do nothing. -Einstein

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Monday, May 16, 2011


Trouble With Compromise

You sign on to the other
side's daffy nostrum, proven

to fail. Will again, and you'll
never shake loose that
particularly vile tar baby.


Sunday, May 15, 2011


The Tsunami of Trivia

proves expensive with many
so overwrought they’re

Government steps in with
sophisticated screens
which allow one area.

Many men choose football.
Women, the Royals.

Impromptu frenzies break out
at bars and shopping centers.
Concentration invites faction.

Government installs civilian police to
keep everyone moving. Actual cops bag
a few trophies of the New Era.

The populace comes under control,
though the madhouse inhabitants and

their outside doubles see everyone
as foils to aliens.

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Saturday, May 14, 2011


Kitchen Privileges

The dirty t-shirt lifts his
eggs to smellier heights.

“Hey Mac! Like, don't fry them
to extinction. Give some-
body else a shot at the stove.”

Easy familiarity at these places
as you're informed to cool it.

Could be nut, someday.
Who stabs. One, perhaps,
you've cut in front before.

Nothing in their heads
but trash, and
they remember.

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Friday, May 13, 2011


Q&A with Big Oil

We screw you
with impunity.

That's a given.
Next question?

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Thursday, May 12, 2011


Political Truth

A lie half believed in
half the time.

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Wednesday, May 11, 2011


Lyme Disease

Some doctors who actually helped
the wretched sufferers have been
disciplined by august state boards.

The "scientists" and insurance
companies find no proof that
what happened happened.

Many of the former are paid
by many of the latter.

The newly-wretched are informed
they're suffering the usual aches
and pains of everyday life.

Cautioned not to go so crazy
about it! (Many are women

and prone, thus). All are free, of course,
to keep quiet. Our central freedom, really.

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Tuesday, May 10, 2011


The Mob Screaming For Rich Blood

after the seedy circus
of immorality compris-
ing the financial debacle.

Give ‘em cake.
Entenmann’s nice.

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Monday, May 09, 2011


The Route of Thought

You know, till all suddenly gets proven
counterintuitive. Then don’t know what
you don't immediately, but must slip-

slide away mid formerly despised.
They rule by vengeance for a time.

Then relax. Even laugh at Young Turks
satirizing their limits, infelicities. So, in

the air you should pitch in with those,
but it’s a career. You await

the watch, but speed
melts the gold,

numerals antique.

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Sunday, May 08, 2011



Some say upend your suit-
case of tricks. Others,

one or two you
buff. But, wrong

end, both. Start
with nothing
and watch it go.

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Saturday, May 07, 2011


Conversation with Undertones Nautical and Moral

-Fled ship in St Thomas. Flew home.
Steward handled it aesthetically.

-Put him in a museum. Revolving under single spot.

-A few.

-You wonder about Romeo Kinks receiving the news.

-"I never forget What-her-face!”

-Much of that scant teaspoon of self-respect left?

-Bit. Depressed.

-Is it embarrassing being us, or just being female?


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Friday, May 06, 2011


“How do I get to Carnegie Hall?” you ask the cop.

“Practice Practice Practice!"

Chestnut anecdote, but sentiment true in all fields.

Better yet: Work yourself into a soulless nerd! Not.

Rather, go to the occasional ballgame and scream mid friends.
Drink and dance and eat and flirt with a boundless fury after.

Complement to practice.


Thursday, May 05, 2011


The Lousy Artist Explains His Work

and so well, he soon heads
The Museum of Explanation,
next to the original.

It prospers, as he later
tells Osgood Carruthers on

Peripatetic Dockings: “For
people truly don't have time!”

The original repairs to bake
sales, and wry chamber quartets
engaging Romantic Hillbilly Rock.

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Wednesday, May 04, 2011

Two Know It Alls In a Jammed Field

-RNC has instituted a suggestion box.

-How can that be? Since they're open to nothing?

-It's a clever thing. Animated. But unless you submit
something wholly supporting the rich, it spits it out
and screams COMMUNIST!

-How'd they get this Righty? Once, triparte:
Liberal Republican, Moderate Republican,
Conservative Republican.

-God willed it.

-And through the old mists of history, they’re revealed
as the Liberal Party! In truth!

-Will be again! A 180 turnabout!

-Can't happen with Dems.

-How so, fellow wag?

-They'll never know where they're turning from!

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Tuesday, May 03, 2011

The Challenge to Statistics

-You can't say a group is crazy. Most likely the individuals
can be plotted on something like a Bell Curve. Thus Republicans are not crazy, as you aver. Some are,
some aren’t, most in the middle.

-Uh huh? All your surveys and wily questions lead us to the usual lump of suet floating in dishwater.

-If it’s clear science, it often doesn't grab headlines.

-How about women?

-An absurdly large group.

-I withdraw it. I know the answer and it's not their fault.
Each one's a changeling, exchanged at birth.
Bred to be totally impossible.

-Where are the original babies?

-Growing up on a Deathstar, ready to collide with Earth!

-Why is it that every discussion with you ends up
as nonsense?

-The norm.

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Monday, May 02, 2011



“Hey! We're kicking Grandma
out the door, down the stairs,

to the curb, under the bus, up onto
the highway! Who gives a shit anyway?

Or to any spot we designate
(might shove temp voucher, too,

into her gray panties). And you
know what happens then?

Churches come along, gather up
the whimpering lumps. Governing

involves hard options and we’ve
stopped throwing serious money

at the useless.”

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Sunday, May 01, 2011

College President and PR Man: Window

“I don't think we've really had Public Relations up to now.
As a result, perhaps, we've been mostly forgotten.
But we have, of course, a story to tell.

Look at the buildings alone. Most ivy-covered and decaying.
Going back to the earth. Isn't that something of what
Frank Lloyd Wright was getting after?

That monstrous hulk is Old Recitation Hall. A homeless man lived there for seven years before he was discovered. Well, his body was when the place stunk even worse than usual.

And the human resources! That mess of dawdling affectation on a six-thousand dollar bicycle there is a poet. Girls are digging his vagueness.

Off he goes!–backpack and beard flapping in the wind.

Anyway, wander around. His like inhabits most departments. Along with relics, grinches, and creeps. Oh there are normal people, but they’re overwhelmed. You'll find some muttering to themselves, prior to taking walks to strike out
at invisible evils.

When all the trees are in bloom, nobody notices a thing.”

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