Tuesday, July 31, 2012
but not each other.
One is tempted
to cite honor
as glib's not.
Labels: legislator, lie, politics
Monday, July 30, 2012
-To hear quantum quacks tell it: multiple
copies of me contend mid several worlds.
-In which have you achieved your ambition
of Queen of the Balls?
-Dethroning you? Wez wouldn't dare.
-Where are Straights in these?
-Dulling universes and graying black holes.
-I reject all of that! God doesn't play dopes
with the multiverse.
Labels: black hole, God, multiverse, quantum
Sunday, July 29, 2012
-Director asked for you. He's a bio-method guy.
Likes that your wives cheated.
-Well, four did. Deal going in with present.
-No one gives a shit about anything.
-Now there's a partnership!
Labels: fidelityA, Hollywood, theater
Saturday, July 28, 2012
-I keep the music at a moderate level in the apartment,
but it’s always louder in the bathroom.
-Natural resonator. Small. Network of pipes.
Even the toilet, save when you clamp your
capacious ass over it!
-How long have you been a Romantic?
Labels: Music, resonance, romantic
Friday, July 27, 2012
Romney Retired "Retroactively"
Spokesman a fool.
Candidate may or
may not be. At
any rate, all travel
back in order
to adjust scenes thus
framing us more nobly, per-
haps, or, at the least,
Labels: best light, language, Romney Retired "Retroactively"
Thursday, July 26, 2012
Political Q & A
-What is the chief purpose of the Democratic Party?
-Not to piss off the pirates in actual control.
-Of the Republican?
-To become their posh ship forever.
Labels: ;Republican, Democrat, Pirate
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
“Crown thy good with brotherhood”–a view
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
The air once full of acid
fumes, but in this time
some presidents re-
vered as truly great. Uh huh?
The bumptious aristocrats
despising FDR took it
to the grave, hatreds row-
ing bones forever. Their
doyen class persists
to poison discourse
Labels: class war, FDR, politics, President
Monday, July 23, 2012
is about 3/4s there.
Let’s all get armed
and shoot the shit
out of each other.
Then the survivors
Labels: armed, guns, Right Revolution
Sunday, July 22, 2012
“And what should I be ashamed of now?” wife whispers.
He thinks of something quickly.
Labels: husband, relationship, wife
Saturday, July 21, 2012
_____fantasized of the latest boy band. From among
Dinky, Rinky, Pinky, and Winky, she chose the last,
who actually winked on refreshing occasion.
She'd show him the ropes, she thought,
kneeling down to the lower shelves
in Walgreens Cosmetics.
So much more to offer than clustering fleas
with their prattle of hair and nails.
Whereas she was encyclopedic, and had oomph
they didn't know existed!
“You’d be lucky, Winky!” she whispers, rising to encounter the cleansers.
Labels: boy band, cosmetics, experience
Friday, July 20, 2012
‘mongst green & gorse, not
seen such whiteness, I’ve.
Pinkness really, blended
with beefy red. Looks like
on a golf course. & when
you throw in then
Labels: British Open, golf, Republican Convention, whiteness
Thursday, July 19, 2012
Surveys present the same old story
of love and glory. Not.
Romantics prefer rot.
Which is peachy
if lovers asundered then
by war or natural disaster.
So we can admire them set
in alabaster, dimmed by
our human tears. Though, mid
reality’s hardware, husbands
precede wives in the trudge
throughout Home Depot.
Labels: Home Depot, relationship, romantic
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
Two Capitalists on the Consumer
-For Crisakes, Joe! The guy you're crushing
is the guy who buys. Can't you see that?
-I can see it but can't help myself.
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
When I was walking down the stair
I met a man who wasn't there.
Or was. And isn’t still.
Or is. But was. Or wasn't.
Both, possibly, at once?
My head aches! Out! Scat!
Labels: Bain, quantum, Romney, Schrödinger's cat
Monday, July 16, 2012
Which is worse?
Howls that sketchy
to limit fouling? Or
the patriotic scat of
Labels: Capitalism, Chamber of Commerce, patriotism
Sunday, July 15, 2012
We like sting flicks
since we've been sore-
With aesthetic breath
can actually cavort
mid pretty lights.
For thieves have pride
& honor re what’s
being daily wrung.
Labels: Capitalism, marketplace, sting, thieves
Saturday, July 14, 2012
It's Three O'Clock In the Morning
and I've danced
the night away
up to urinate.
for one my age.
round the 2d shift.
Friday, July 13, 2012
The Street, Old and Young
or O the towering feeling
(pouring half tumbler of scotch)
-I like to stay liquid. You?
-'bout quarter of that. I'm just a rookie.
-Speaking which, your impression after your
-I had no idea it was this corrupt.
-And am I corrupt, in your virginal imagination?
-Absolutely. Definitely. Without reservation.
-I've managed in such a short time to reach a no-man's
land of utter filth.
-I see. And do you have a plan of ritual cleansing?
-Nope. No way back. Ever.
-I'll drink to that.
-Yeah, that's the best way for depravity: celebrate it!
-Amen Amen I say to you that if one young broker...
Labels: Wall St
Thursday, July 12, 2012
-Our focus groups are so severely inarticulate
as to be mentally crippled.
-True enough, but we know what they're
trying to say.
-Does that translate into votes?
-So, ride the stupid into The White House?
-Not the first time.
Labels: focus group
Wednesday, July 11, 2012
“The man in the village knows bikes. We’ll throw it into
the Range Rover in the morning. He’s a locksmith
but there’s adequate overlap, so I understand.
I’ve phoned your parents and you have their
permission to stay the night.
I think we’ve both done a first-rate job
with your injuries. I won’t call the doctor.
He has gotten old and he panics. He’d insist
on hospital, which is nonsense.
Maria is ironing pajamas. You’ll swim in them but...
We’ll also look at that spot which tossed you. If you’re
to sue, make haste! My wife vows to leave nothing.
Now please stop looking guarded! I’m not
The Sheik of Araby.
At night when you’re asleep
Into your tent I’ll creep.”
They both laugh. Except he was, and did.
Now she’s the new wife but without a hyphen
in her name. More modern, has kept her own.
The bike hangs on the garage wall, still unrepaired.
A pinch of her gross fat indicates to her it must
be made roadworthy.
But the new man in the village is retired as a Trek mechanic from The Tour de France. He wants to
fit her to a Domane. Says her dinged machine
worth five hundred towards it.
“Get it! Do!' husband exclaims. "Then you’ll
be able once more to peddle your ass
around the village!”
Labels: bicycle, divorce, marriage, Trek, village
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
Approaching Rabelaisian Political Do in Hamptons
a Buffy kvetched
her Range Roverians
thus, from joy-
less waiting. If all rich-
ly significant, can there
be a creme de creme?
Jawohl! In reading this,
you too affirm a place where-
in to nest, and see, and worship.
Compulsory, in Order
To Avoid Chaos.
Labels: class, knowing place, ruling class, wealthy
Monday, July 09, 2012
-We pitched to the intellectuals with just
enough bushwah for the dopes to come along.
-How did that model work out?
-Didn't. So we're all dopes now.
Labels: Cable News
Sunday, July 08, 2012
-Bought lady shoe outfit.
-We in shoe biz? Of which there's no business like!
-Just till they're gone. Sell 'em!
-NEW STYLES ARRIVING DAILY
-Three exclamation points since it's a lie.
-Like life itself then. Are women the greatest
suckers of all?
-They're golden! And, of course, beautiful.
Saturday, July 07, 2012
Love Makes the World Go Round
Uh huh? So let's put
the Cray to its shape.
Though I'm afraid
a nice reply leaves us
where we began.
Waiting in hope
Friday, July 06, 2012
Market, a Miracle
Save when it careens
Then brigands beg
of a government
once shoved away.
The miracle: arrogance
Labels: "Free" Market
Thursday, July 05, 2012
Aftershock of the Fawn
If you want to discover the American conservative's
honest colors, try him with nobility.
Get a Prince or the like from Central Casting and
pass him off in a righty gathering.
You'll see such fawning to make you think the
goose step is just the kowtow in reverse.
Labels: Conservative, fawning, kowtow
Wednesday, July 04, 2012
Politics, Wives, Angels
-Thinking of going into politics.
-That’s a mighty go. Can you lie with a straight face?
-Don’t I play poker twice a week?
-Yeah but that’s mostly silent.
-Well I can turn on the blab machine with the best.
-Have you tried it with the wife on this momentous matter?
-Afraid hey? Who could blame you? I’d be horrified in getting you we’d get her.
-Always wondering what makes her so fierce.
-God does, and he forgot to turn it off. It was
necessary when she protected the cubs, but
they’re lions and lionesses themselves now.
-It’s all academic. I’m...resigning from this political life.
-Short career, but brilliant! At any rate, your Guardian Angel just before had whispered the same into my ear.
-Let’s buy him a drink.
-Done! And I got Fritos not even opened.
-That’s fine, I guess, but we gotta go easy in making
the other angels jealous!
Labels: Guardian Angel, maternal, politics
Tuesday, July 03, 2012
A few modest homes
in South Philadelphia
have Juliet balconies.
"You leave now it's forever,
Obnoxious Ghinny Prick!"
Many feel poetry there.
Labels: Italian, Juliet, relationship, South Philadelphia
Monday, July 02, 2012
-Well this one did. Don't remember a word of
that speech. At any rate, I had burned the proverbial
candle the previous evening while celebrating the
humiliation of our despicable enemy.
-Ecstatic right wing blogs still can't shut up about the
speech even after all this time. “Brilliant! Incisive!
A philosophy of integrity presented without equivocation.”
-Equivocation huh?--my strongest suit.
-No longer. You're clad in the blinding armor of
righteousness! Smoting the barbarians!
-Too clanky. And smotey.
-I had painted myself into one horrible corner.
When the other side put forth a resolution
praising me, I couldn’t vote for it.
-Out of humility?
-Out of Party!
-Be all that what it must. This is way it is with Champions: One True Way!
-I need a wavering drink.
-You need nothing. You're God!
-That never lasts.
Labels: factionalism, Right, senator
Sunday, July 01, 2012
The house seems
though it's the storm.
Panes turn gelatin,
which pocks from
as familiar bits
of place dis-
solve. One day, win-
dows desicate to look
over a foreignness,
horrifying. Your desired