Wednesday, August 31, 2011


Pants and The Free Market

Having stitched up
the seat of my
last pair, I

prevent thus
the wind and
Invisible Hand from

proceeding Right
up there.

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Tuesday, August 30, 2011


Two Males in an Up and Coming Neighborhood

-I vastly admired that man, but could never love him.

-Why does that happen, do you suppose?

-I don't do why.

Monday, August 29, 2011

GOP Legislators charging admission and pleading
for civility at Town Hall Meetings

Like scruffy bar upping tariffs
to keep out the riffraff.

Republican fundamentals,

1) Everything's for sale.
2) Know your place.

Or are both the same?


Sunday, August 28, 2011

The Married Couple

Each seeking counsel
from miserable friends.

Thence “professionals” charging
every small event with theory.

Lawyers next,
aiding and abetting
the wreckage. So, all

who’ve made a go of


Saturday, August 27, 2011


The Old Contribute Nothing

O, the occasional bromide.
They're loved for their odd
selves. Try that on for size.

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Friday, August 26, 2011


Let Sunshine Win the Day!

sings PM Cameron.
Riots impinge. It
may yet. For

we await The Shining
City On the Hill! (Sans

Shines, of course.)

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Thursday, August 25, 2011


“I'm not running the Sodom and Gomorrah of Drapery Hardware!” maintained Mr Y to the staunch Baptist of
the board. She insisted on Christian Counseling,
followed by the illicit couple imploring forgiveness
of mates.

Nothing was done, and said couple went on to
other sinners in the firm.

Then, in a decision more greedy than carnal, the manufacturing was outsourced to Haiti.

There affairs would be darker and French-
speaking, thus not likely to filter back.

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Wednesday, August 24, 2011


-She's lived here a while. I'll ask her to recommend a lawyer.

-I wouldn't. You'll end up with a batty Republican Libertarian
like her.

-Well, for general, plain ole lawyerly work...

-Uh uh. Once they get that hair up their ass, it transcends.

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Tuesday, August 23, 2011


God’s Whacked

for telling hacks
what to do.

"Hey!" he could retort,
"Why am I responsible
for delusions?"

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Monday, August 22, 2011


Hypocrisy is the Golden Mean

at several wheres,
but in politics

you'll find artists
in the general mix.

Nicer few even
art for art’s sake.

Hot purity mid
icy mechanics.

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Sunday, August 21, 2011

Parsing Rusty Wreckage

-She ruined my life!

-Ah melodrama!

-It's true!

-And what is truth? asked jiving Pilate. But the mush splattering where it may, it's jolly to be friends with
both of you. She as forceful, but switching that
personal pronoun before ruined.

-Yeah? Then I suppose like all you rancid old
fairies pretending to wisdom, you pronounce
gravely: The Truth lies in between.

-Seek and ye shall...


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Saturday, August 20, 2011


-If she can see the future, how come she messed
so much up?

-Trying to change a few things.

-Betting against herself. Shorting herself.

-Chuck the Wall Street crap! It corrupts us.

-This is the business we've chosen!


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Friday, August 19, 2011

Flash Mobs

From London to Philadelphia, youths erupting over theft of their futures*

Dislike that Republican plank, do they?
Abiding one labeled Knowing One’s Place?

*Courtland Milloy

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Thursday, August 18, 2011


Sandbagging, Revered American Tradition

Remembering my Dad's union, ITU, mostly linotypers,
Newspaper management dispatches a fresh Yale grad

to what they know will be a wild, raucous meeting,
& membership responds with shouts & screams, plus
an accomplished double-talker who commences

his questions clearly enough, but then mish-
mashes hilariously & at agonizing length.

“What? Excuse me?” sputters callow interpreter of
Plutocracy, furiously digging into his attache case.

Oh well, he’ll get chances to learn, including
this occasion, but, I suspect, remain a fool,
a prosperous one due to class, of course.

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Wednesday, August 17, 2011


Nice Guys Finish Dead

Here comes the bride,
there goes the groom.

Say, a doc. What does
he know of women?

What’s learned in labs
and practice? She

never relinquishes
a dark beau, and

obliterating Doc’s dough
by shopping doesn’t cut it.

Much more sits there in
insurance. They plot

and murder so
moronically, cops
on to it immediately.

Med school needs
a hardheaded course
taught by police.

A walk through
Murderer’s Row
of Blondes.

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Tuesday, August 16, 2011



Other decides
alongside un-
savories. You

discover and jam
that particular
vehicle into reverse.

Then crow
to yourself.

Before waking.
Walking life also

hands one con-
trol issues.

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Monday, August 15, 2011

Free Discussion at the Right Think Tank

-Forget "Thinking Outside the Box"--that's the base coinage
of those who can't even sustain a conventional thought.

-What do you propose?

-Exploding the box!

-“Violenth!” as our opponents would lisp.

-Reintroducing Slavery!

-They already shriek Race at the slightest provocation.

-Not this time. Slaves will be proportional to population.

-I love it! Politically Correct Slavery! Where would they be
seized from?

-Here! And no force: it's a buy-in. Contract with everything
spelled out.

-Can you, uh, beat...?

-Of course. One must retain that obligation. Besides, show me
a system that operates without threat.

-Indeed! That’s the mother’s milk of systems.

-Again, it can't be capricious. You beat them within the law.

-But, except for the last–-and I’m not so sure about that--
all this hedging round with stricture resembles what we have now.


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Sunday, August 14, 2011


I see

she says
but doesn't.

some few

ease in
order to.

Saturday, August 13, 2011


Finally Making the Decision

liberates briefly, then
tight brain vacations.

Once back, facets
examined, held to
shifting lights.

Result? Depression.


Friday, August 12, 2011

Both Sides of the Pond--with starry moral attached

Republicans eschew
what sent to do

in favor of destruction
of the President.

It's not prospering, and thus
some dare call it Treason.

On the other side
of the broiling pond,

PM threatens SS measures
against rioting boys.

Pundits discuss Poison-
ous atmosphere where
slums hook into emblems

of foppish Versailles.
Also bank bailouts,

after which bonuses
get shoveled to execs.

We share this inclination
to confer largesse

on vilest flops and, not
to put too fine a point,

******Politicos differ in what they dare*****
*****but bankers are brigands everywhere.*****

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Thursday, August 11, 2011


Murdoch kept

The Faith
and the tits
above the fold,

sinking millions
in Republicans thus

Conservative Heaven beckons,
where old St Peter relinquishes

(via their trying Cable News)
his lax management to
a glitzy, flint-eyed, shifty

sonabitch, making
everyone comfortable.

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Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Rocco and Amiable Andy

Another Republican caught with a paid boy in his bed!

Variation of the overwhelming carnal.

Media going back to gather up all his anti-gay pronouncements.

Which he believed while pronouncing.

And now he goes to pray with a special group which aids when
hands trapped in the odd cookie jar.

And they'll mean those prayers, as does he. Fervently.

What're you? Champion of Hypocrisy?

Politics is narrow. Life is wide.

Hey! We got somebody to savage--the GOP does it for breakfast--and you serve up this tepid tea.

Look to JC. He serves it up too.

Saints weave among the righteous in South Philadelphia.

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Tuesday, August 09, 2011


“We don’t work well together."

Well, pay's the unguent
covering much.

Shaw(?) sallies If you don't
get what you like, might
as well like what you get.

Shallow ponds of the wise.
Whatever. Bear the curse.

Better is coming.
Or worse.

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Monday, August 08, 2011

Two Campaign Advisors

-"I don't think it's that big a deal!" Times informs us
you emitted that.

-Wrong again! It's all a big deal! And did your numbers dive!

-We give you talking points. Hammer them!

-Not relevant, you say? To the topic under discussion?

-Who wants that egghead shit?

-Just hammer!

-And stay out of 7-11, where that cute Newsweek
chick cornered you.

-"It's the sorta thing that sorta sorts itself out."

-That Midwest Prose gem sent Leno into a tizzy.

-Hey! Okay! So you're right at last. Now get down off
your high horse!

-Yeah, one talking point gets us excoriated even in
our own media.

-C'est la guerre!

-At any rate, you’re out there fighting to make the streets
of America free! So you must step on a few toes.

-We didn't say fair. That's the other party's schtick.

-Besides, every ape knows you hafta risk to get bananas.

-Do we know where you'd like to put them?

-Do! Be our first thrill from this campaign!


Sunday, August 07, 2011


At A1A, a walk
light you request
to cross Marion Lane.

I address 2 women
from far Indiana:

“Be careful crossing
Marion Lane. She's
a Tartar!”

They giggle
to conceal
their strength.

I revel in wit, re-
maining apprehensive.

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Saturday, August 06, 2011

A Political Story

The Government places me with Crystal family, murky
yet patriotic. And walking distance to the prison where
I go monthly to see my parents.

Both incarcerated for attempting to overthrow, etc.
Mother with explosives, my father, vague tactics.
In less hysterical times, he's sent home with a scolding.

After each visit, daughter Jeanette asks me five questions,
recording my answers in a marbled composition book.
Since the answers are glaringly obvious, she stops
after a few months.

In Dickens, an attraction develops but she has no sex,
and shares the family trait of periodically exploding for
no reason.

After both parents die in prison, I get sent to a recently-discovered uncle in Montana. He proves pure gold!--
open, loving, fond of fart jokes. “Emotionally, I never
got out of the six grade,” he announces in his rusty pickup
as we bang over dirt roads on the way to fishing holes.
Yeah, it’s all too Norman Rockwell.

Saves my life.

He passes when I enter Missoula as an Art Education major,
a flight of flannel-shirted angels carrying him to St Peter,
who detains him until he hears every single fart joke.

Well, my fancy. I’ve others.

Strange to say, I now teach in the high school not far
from the prison. Jeanette warms up enough to marry the hardware store owner, who, noting a curt way with
customers, sets her up with an International Maids
Franchise where immigrant women clean houses.
Ostensibly in an old-world, scrubbing way.

I've got the best job in the world, teaching art to willing youngsters. And, blessedly, out of the political loop
run by a cabal of English and Shop teachers.
Being too “flighty.”

Live-in girlfriend considers me normal. We’re both,
of course, crazy.

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Friday, August 05, 2011

News From The West Coast Remains

just. My team ahead, pros-
pering. Little time left

for a comeback by
the other when I retire.

Final score will be sent
to me over the net

in the morning. I'll check it
and click to read the story.

So? We've always done this
before, reconstructing history--
sans tech though. With loss

you put the best face on.
Even dictators can't reverse it.


Thursday, August 04, 2011


The Old Prosecutor

"GOP as Rico?
I don't know.
Rotten enough, but

more like Aiding
and Abetting as

they take
the cannoli to

their flush god-
fathers in an
endless loop."

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Wednesday, August 03, 2011


South Carolina delegates
convene to pray before
their expected NO!

Please check

/ /Faith
/ /Hypocrisy
/ /Same Old Southern-fried Shit

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Tuesday, August 02, 2011


The Rise of Thought in the 21st Century

Political and Social Problems are complex but not intractable.
We do our homework and then reach across the aisle to effect
solutions for the American People.

(Please check footnotes preceding this thesis for actual cases.)

Death Panels! Christian vs Muslim!–or secret Muslim
as the case may be.

And don’t let your kids be turned into queers neither!

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Monday, August 01, 2011


Spending Agreement Finally Struck

Might crunch littles
but C'est la guerre.

El Gordo will outsource,
and cheat with each
patriot breath,

legislators evade what
they've erected again.

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