Sunday, April 30, 2017
Carlos never spoke
just after. Lull.
When he did so,
Labels: habit, instruct, note, style
Saturday, April 29, 2017
-Smartest guy I knew back then
accountant at our ad agency.
Never went to lunch he didn’t
hit a bookstore after.
Come back with two to five
paperbacks. That’s every freakin
Key to Nordic Philosophy!
I’m making that up, but
-But, so what? That’s book smart.
-No, it rubbed off.
-Good! Why are so many proud of
-They’re not proud. They’re ashamed.
The arrogant front is their very best cloak!
-More to be pitied than scorned.
-That’s an ancient old song.
-Hey! Can’t I come up with weird
deflections also? I’ve read books.
-Can’t say that. They ramble so!
Labels: anti intellectual, intellectual, non reader, reader, voracious reader
Friday, April 28, 2017
Lies, High and Low
Labels: lies and public policy, looking good, lying, President, Saving Face, Trump, Turgenev
Thursday, April 27, 2017
Chubby and Jackson
-Hamlet said Frailty thy name is woman!”
-Got that wrong too.
-Part of his tragedy.
-His was a great tragedy!
-Oh, I don’t know. We’re sort of on our way.
-I’m not up to killing a king!
-He had one hell of a problem with it also.
Labels: Hamlet, killing king, King, misconception, sex, tragedy, weakness in women, women
Wednesday, April 26, 2017
Behaviors, Often Direct
Leila on a boil, and this new guy:
"Well the essentially stupid Republicans
finally got their even stupider guy, and
he's re-instituting all the old programs
that never worked! So it 's screw everybody
but the Holy Rich!"
She politely attempted to get him to shut up,
and just grab her.
“I ran out of my phoney wiles," she confided
to her vibrator later.
Then the phone rang. Old Reliable Lanky!
"You've got to get over here in ten minutes
or never call again!" informed she him.
"Just...our little chat first, and I'll leave here."
“No freakin chat! You're on the clock, and I'll
lock the freakin doors!"
He did as told. All’s well that ends etc etc.
Her circle of friends and colleagues thankful.
Labels: politics, sex, sex drive, sex partner, talky, vibrator
Tuesday, April 25, 2017
Peg and Barbsy agree
they'll run the beanbag
toss at the neighborhood
Barbsy claims to "have a
beanbag here somewhere."
In the garage, no luck,
but Peg spots a dollar
on the floor and sticks
it hastily in her jeans.
The few streets home in
the Subey, she cries.
Tells an imaginary judge
"We were so so poor!"
Then she does the oddest
thing of all. Blots out
her tears with the dollar.
Returns it the the next
day, pretends to find it
on the living room floor.
“Spies” it under her recliner.
"I swear," says Barbsy,
"there's enough loose
money around here to
go to McDonalds. By the
way, thanks for the
reason for Peg's visit.
“I just knew I had one,
and when you couldn’t
The following week at
work, she's awarded a
hundred dollar gift card
Buys a pretty blouse.
On the way back,
extracts it from the
candystripe bag she
Touches the blouse to
her face as the traffic
light turns Caution.
Labels: beanbag, blouse, childhood poverty, design, money, neighborhood, social, work
Monday, April 24, 2017
Varieties of Human Personality
Brent Andrews didn't have
to labor very long to line
the closet with aluminum foil.
There he sat a few hours a day,
and felt stronger. So, avoiding
the rays important!
Mickey Karks laughed, ripping
down much of the foil. And
tearing off the closet door!
He stopped him too late. But
berated him. "You'll feel shame
someday! Not now, since you're
a cruel amoral pig!"
The pig continued laughing.
"Are you getting bombarded
again by all the raysie-waysies?
Might affect your balls if you
Randolf Haker stopped in after
To Brent, Mickey's sneer and middle
finger still imprinted the trailing foil,
but Randolf his equal self.
"We are forbidden to judge the stupid.
Leave him to Heaven!" On their knees,
they prayed as zephyrs from an open
window flashed them extraordinarily.
That evening, Jenny Toles brought her
clothes and hung them mid metallic shreds.
Brent tried on a sweater and tennis skirt along
“I don't know if I like your doing that!” Her gray
eyes, though, always remaining kind.
“Whitman said I am all men and women!”
Labels: aluminum foil, cosmic rays, fear, multiple personality, paranoid
Sunday, April 23, 2017
The Small Box
Old was she but fairly chipper.
She led me on a tour of her attic.
"Just ancient junk!"
In tangles and jumbles and piles.
Innumerable newspapers and magazines,
On extremely stuffed, large floral,
furniture. Atop all that, arthritic rockers.
Walls held gummy photographs of people
looking continually surprised.
After a bit, I felt covered in dust myself.
Finally to a locked room in the eaves.
Very sparse and neat. Just a small table
holding a mini cigar box.
“A record here of the truly rational decisions
I made during a long life.”
“An awfully small part of existence.”
That set her a-cackle!
Labels: irrationality, junk, Old Age, rationality
Saturday, April 22, 2017
Standards of Beauty
Labels: junks, low conversation, patience, queer, ugly men
Friday, April 21, 2017
Approaches of Benham and Corky.
-Re this New Woman?
-Easy to understand. You make
everything whatchacallit? too
-Not a subject incredibly complex?
-Nah. She just does whatever the
fuck she wants!
-Which, once upon a time in the
West, was our prerogative.
-Is that PERogative or PRErogative?
-Pre. As in sovereign.
-Too bad. They're really pretty nice
when they purr.
-Kill some time whilst getting primed
to hatch sheer Hell!
-I just say “Yes, Dear!” then.
-Would that were sufficient!
Labels: Battle of Sexes, dialog, incomprehensible women, men, New Woman, overwhelmed men, Woman, women, women's prerogative
Thursday, April 20, 2017
The More Things Change
-What you think of this New Right?
-Like the Old Version, they think that
cruelty is wit.
-Homeless and Unemployed a barrel of laughs!
-It’s useless to legislate for lazy crazies!
-WITH LIBERTY AND JUSTICE FOR...
-The fewer the better!
-Means the freedom to buy what’s required.
-And if I require a Congressman?
-Go for it!
-Stepping over bodies?
-Never wear your good shoes!
-My sacrifice for Justice!
-How much can you afford?
-Plenty! I hold that Truth to be self-evident.
-Along with my dick!
-Are we reducing the Nation to your pecker?
-Love of Country is shown in many ways!
-And I thought you were just a thieving tax-cheating son of a bitch!
-Spell that P-A-T-R-I-O-T!
-Are we done here?
-Not till the prayer.
-Then I wanna look at the schedule.
-Yes! Let’s not miss the Reichstag Fire!
Labels: hypocrisy, Justice, New Right, patriotism, Reichstag Fire, religion, Right, role playing
Wednesday, April 19, 2017
Playing With Cars
When Dorine met Dr Rodgehill, at Home Depot,
he tried to sell her a course he still had open at
the Cow Ridge Night School.
Genealogy. No interest.
So he asked her what she was interested in,
and told her he could design a course for
her and a friend or two, and get a few
others to join.
“Tell me a film you particularly like. That could
be a starting point.”
She and buddy Georgette, had watched Jules and Jim
So he designed “New Wave Cinema and Lit”
and got Dr Maurice Petit from the French
Department of the university to handle it.
When Malcolm heard about it from Georgette
at his accounting firm, he decided to enroll,
knowing nothing of the field but desperately
requiring some culture.
He had a new Lexis and it seemed important
that the three arrive at the high school in it.
He worked out the logistics wherein the other
two would drive to his house. Then his wife,
Buster, insisted they bring their mates and
the three would have an impromptu party as
the scholars did their thing. Then welcome
them upon their academic return!
“Buster” because she had been a tomboy, and
Things became out of whack that first night,
though. Grandma was late picking up the kids,
and they left a mess in the den.
Buster attempted to sweep up up the toy cars scattered
about, but the husbands of Dorine and Georgette, Jerry
and Cart, stopped her and started playing with them.
She left to get beers and their voices drifted up
to the kitchen. A children’s language.
“You must be Stump Stumpzel, a real bastard
of a dirty driver, and I’m Joe Curley, the champ!
And you try to–-”
“You mean like this and this and THIS!” Sounds of
When she showed with the beer, Cart asked her
to be Doris Dale, a female driver trying to break
into the boys club.
“No way! I fight that fight every day! I’m Count
Briley and I’m dying, and this’ll probably be
my last race.” Then she made great pre-launch
RMMM RMMM sounds!
“And I’ll WRECK you!” screamed Jerry over them.
But Cart tried to intercept him and wreck him
In the protracted fury, Buster ran the car into
the old broken TV console. And was killed!
Whereupon, she became Rookie Don Darling!
He’d show the other two some new tricks!
Well, the evening went this way, but they
didn’t tell the scholars anything when they
returned, primed for conversation existential.
The course lasted five more nights over three weeks
and Buster, as Holy Hodge Pettigrew, finally won the
championship race against two of the filthiest villains ever!
The excitement had faded a bit when the other trio returned.
Dr Petit, a calligrapher also, had fashioned each a Certificate
Labels: automobile racing, children's play, cinema, culture, existential, French, New Wave, playing, suburbs, toy cars
Tuesday, April 18, 2017
Madge and Del taking the kids to
Coney Island for Easter, and Madge
tells her sister, Ev in Connecticut.
-That’s Jews and fairies!
-Well, there ARE old Russian Jews
sucking up sun in our stretch of
the boardwalk, and you can get
With the other folks, you got things
mixed up with Fire Island.
-Yeah, that’s it. Fire Island. All fairies!
They’re on fire for it.
-Aren’t we all?
Labels: Coney Island, Easter, Fire Island, Russian Jews
Monday, April 17, 2017
Two Acceptably Right Wags re Budget
Labels: Big Bird, budget, heating fuel, PBS, Sesame Street, social programs
Sunday, April 16, 2017
Marcie-Jen flat out lied!
Frequently challenged, she complained that people
painted her into a corner, thus forcing more lies.
“That much is true,” maintains our Elder One.
"You shouldn't show how clever you are by
“Yeah, first you should work on your own behavior
first!” That from Derrick, who never did. And fancied her.
He was warned away by the wise Elder. "Just don't depend
on her! Push will really really come to shove, and she'll
let you down by telling the truth."
“Then the truth will be a lie!” added Tess, who thought
“We’re getting to something here!”
“Yeah, Philosophy!” Derrick spat. “No wonder I flunked it.
Religion too! Same teacher. A small college.”
Too many of those! And we went off on Education, leaving
Marcie-Jen to lie as a lifestyle.
Labels: ambiguity, character, contradiction, conversation, friends, fuzzy reasoning, lie, logic, paradox, personality, Truth
Saturday, April 15, 2017
The Short History of Such Things
Pretty effortless. The subscription service
loaded sound bites and they played on
Usually came off chaotic, scattered, strident.
Full of thumps and pain and complaints.
Thus homeless beaten on his laptop as the
Deco wallpaper therein asserted its art.
Labels: art, Art Deco, beating homeless, homeless, subscription, wallpaper
Friday, April 14, 2017
The Right Agreement
-I’ll tell you one thing, this contract safeguards
me better than one any union could negotiate!
-Even so, you are a slave!
-That’s not soft-pedaled. Mark Hospins is my
Master, a good and grave and fair man.
-Who can beat you?
-That’s hedged round with many rules
I’m quite protected. I’ve even tested him.
Slacked off to see what he’d do.
-Got whipped. Oh, mostly ritual and a good
-We even started with a prayer.
-What’s more natural?
Labels: contract, labor agreement, RE-institution of Slavery, Rights of Future Slaves, Slave Future, Slave Protection, Slavery
Thursday, April 13, 2017
A Man With Felonious Intent
met a woman, same.
You'd think Society'd be
in for it! Awful! you see,
a la Bonnie and Clyde.
Truth is they cancelled
each other out at a degree
angelic! This partially explain
Just as unbelievable!
At any rate, negotiate
them cautiously. Like so
Labels: angelic, combining attributes, couple, criminal, criminal psychology, felony, lovely couple, match
Wednesday, April 12, 2017
Claim In Usual Mode
Started each morning with
a mock toast of coffee:
“With charity towards none,
and malice towards all.”
A Republican, felt the greater
claim to Lincoln’s words.
Especially in parody.
Labels: Charity, Lincoln, malice, parody, Republican, Republican Humor, sarcasm
Tuesday, April 11, 2017
Criminal Justice, Creative Branch
-You're the nicest criminal yet!
-Thanks. One and done! The guy
was insulting, and I had been
in a frenzy. My girlfriend having
left with most of my clothes.
-Her new fella your size?
-You got it!
-Well, anyway, Simple Assault.
Another shit case to clog the
-Sorry. Not really interesting,
-Here comes the deal from the
printer. Here! Just sign it.
-Sure! Get it over with! Uh?
Whoa! This is entirely wrong,
I'm afraid. Lots of...financial
double-dealing it looks like.
-We...need someone to admit to
-But...as much as I'd like to...!
-No jail time! Guaranteed! Maybe
dismissed off the bat from lack
of evidence. Whereas your shitty
little infraction depends on the
-Oh well then...easy come, easy go!
I become a respected...banker it
looks like...instead of a hothead.
-We’re rising you in status!
-And...can't stop laughing?
-It's the job!
Labels: assault, banker, banking, class among criminals, criminal class, detectives, financial, financial con men, guilt, hothead, no jail time for big financial cons, plea bargain, police
Monday, April 10, 2017
The Constitution is extraordinary,
its interpreters too clever by half.
The Bible is extraordinary,
its interpreters too depraved
by any measure.
Labels: Bible, Constitution, depravity, hypocrisy, interpretation, Justice, Law, manipulation
Sunday, April 09, 2017
The Meaning of Something
Mr Nevers was perfectly nice.
-Well! Then! Is it A or B?
Jordan was sure of A, and
Louisa pretended to be.
But she couldn’t keep it up.
-We need more time!
So, Nevers suggested a fifteen
Whereupon Louisa brought out
the guns previously sheathed.
-I’ll go along with you, and B, if you’ll
just shut up!
Thus Jordan worn down. Another of
her little victories.
When the conversation resumed
with Nevers, the smiling man
accepted B, but mentioned that
the computer had suggested C
and that he, himself, was confident
Louisa took them all on. No machine
or bureaucrat or husband would
defeat her. End of story.
Except for your opinion. The decision was
2 A disaster!
3 The usual inconclusive mishmash.
4 Forgotten, anyway.
You need more info?
Labels: conflict, couple, decision, power
Saturday, April 08, 2017
Men No Longer Young
-And for bonnie Annie Laurie
I'd lay me down and die.
-Isn’t that doun and dee?
-Speak English! Don’t add to
-Anyway...we've said it.
-But he meant it!
-His problem. They’re only bonnie
-And what are we for starters?
-Who gets to start anymore?
Labels: Bonnie Annie Laurie, cynicism, experience, promise, Romance, youth
Friday, April 07, 2017
Not Ever Getting Old
Budgey never objected to his
title of Errand Boy, though
But Mr Delser did. When he
took over, Personal Messenger
It was sensed in the small
company, then, that most of
the teasing should cease:
the standard stuff about
not having a girlfriend etc.
Budgey got famous in New Haven,
though, not for his new title, but
because he was attacked shortly
thereafter by a maniac at Church
and Chapel at High Noon.
Beaten with his leather bag,
then with his Converse sneaker.
In front of an attentive crowd.
Last, this maniac, Nels Nelsomer,
wrestled down jeans and jockeys,
and attempted to ram the sneaker into
All the while screaming of Puerto Ricans!
At that point, the police arrived, macing
and clubbing the agitated nut into Catatonia.
Mr Delser ordered Budge to take a week off.
When he returned, all his recipients
sympathized, but after a few weeks began
teasing him on the girlfriend matter again.
Then, a development! When Budgey testified
at a preliminary hearing as the State tried
to avoid a trial and stow Nutty Nils into
a facility for the criminally insane, Defense
produced a blurry tape purportedly showing
Budgey eating at the same Lighthouse Point
hot dog emporium as Nils.
Then by a startling leap of logic: the men
had become acquainted, the whole business
blossoming into a romance, etc.
The assault actually a lover's quarrel!
The State had enough of this nonsense, and
didn't even bother proving that the red
and blue messenger bag shown in fuzzy
closeup belonged to A1 Business Expediters,
and not Budgey.
The attorneys conferred and agreed on Nils
becoming a lifelong guest at the Quinnipiac
Retreat. In the Criminal Wing, but that
did not have to be publicized.
Unfortunately for Budgey, the homosexual
angle stuck, and he was teased about it daily.
As an example:
-Where there’s smoke, there’s fire!
-That’d be mire.
-As in muck and...?
-Wheels within wheels in the preponderance
of Queer Business!
His renewed outrage and affront being
funny always. Never getting old!
The police had asked, by the way, if they
could keep the evidence sneaker for their
He concurred, dollar entrance fee waived
for him in perpetuity.
Labels: boy, criminal insanity, cruelty, piling on, queer, scapegoat, simple, teasing
Thursday, April 06, 2017
At the Call Center
When Jensy actually went to work at the Call Center,
she discovered that the most sophisticated robot
had handled calls to her previously, when she had been
a mere random prospect, because she was labeled TSS.
Totally Sloppy Speaker.
That hurt, and she sought out Dr Kildad Morrisey
for enunciation lessons.
He helped her, and she eventually received a small
promotion to Rural Targets.
But, one evening she encountered an Enunciation
Emergency! Reached him on his cell at the Lakers
Game, where he drunkenly labeled her a stupid
She flew into the embrace of old Dixon at the
Akimbo Arms Tavern.
“Why do they hurt and hurt and hurt?” he asks.
“They say it’s to make us better.”
“Bullshit! It’s for their own vile sickness!”
Labels: 800 number, Call Center, class, education, pronunciation, rural
Wednesday, April 05, 2017
A Modern Definition of Art
spouts inanely re
travails of HERO
She functions as
cardboard, not bale-
ful character. Feminists
insist her being
written out. Playwright
asks only Could someone
like this exist?
Perhaps your pouty Aunt
Dorothy? Or wittier Delilah?
(Next time give her a prick?)
His grating, prissy rule derided
roundly, play starts losing money. So
Producers order Chuck her!
He still tries sticking with Art.
Has full 24 to soundly luxuriate,
since Fat Jack truly observant.
But next day informed “Fuck you!”
Additionally, "Art is a fart blown
though the asshole of Time!"
Labels: art, Art and Money, Artistic Integrity, criticism, Drama, feminism, playwright
Tuesday, April 04, 2017
Brel finally decided
in order to get the rest
of them off his back!
Then almost immediately,
He confided in Rugsy.
"I feel...The Great Pretender.
Some of our friends are
rational, do things step
by step. They're happy!"
“Seem to be. Whereas you throw
the dart and then draw the
bullseye around it.”
“I give anything to know what
I was doing!”
“Ah but you do. Called doing
what the fuck you please,
and screw everybody and
“Bottom line: You're just a
“But I'm a Frog!”
“Not in this!
Labels: decide, French, Frog, Great Pretender, Irish, irrational, making decision, rational
Monday, April 03, 2017
Della and Rack Consider a Film
-“NITWIT SWITCH, the sex romp to end all etc.”
-I like Doris Hadley.
-She can’t save it.
-Thin gruel anyway. A stupid woman
becomes a stupid man. Give me a break!
-The opposite plot being impossible.
-Dodo as a lady? The softening and love
he learns in the process makes the usual
macho imbecility impossible.
-You said impossible twice!
-I’m a woman.
-How about inconceivable?
-Not after three babies!
-You’re...too quick for me, aren’t you?”
-Not too dead to notice? Look out you
don’t lose your male union card.
-Or union suit?
Labels: back and forth, quick wit, repartee, sex change, sex difference, sex patterning, sex roles, wit
Sunday, April 02, 2017
The Creation of Paradise
proved, as much does, political.
No problems whatever for those
desiring gooey cheeseburgers and
chocolate peanut butter cups--to
mention the more trivial requests--
but posher cuisines had to be limited.
As you can imagine, the real hangup
came with Sex.
Which the Preamble had already
projected as "Wholesome and Abundant."
A group arose, self-designated "Fiends!"
They wanted to amend the Preamble, but
Chair ruled that language had already
been voted in.
The Fiends then chanted, and performed
They were expelled, but continued outside,
surrounded, of course, by TV Cameras.
To everyone's satisfaction, they were
eventually transferred to the Arch-Fiend.
We felt that Heaven had to stand for something.
Labels: cuisine, Demlocracy, heaven, license, morality, Paradise, politics, sex
Saturday, April 01, 2017
The Thinker on a Block of Ice
Roark luckily reached a human.
Robots never assured him.
Even though Mr Chance quoted
the robot, Roark worried less.
“It says don’t fret about a temp
of 136. Start getting concerned
In the meantime he was to seek
every opportunity to cool down.
In the Non-Radiation Zone he had
permission now to enter, courtesy
of Mr Chance, he could sit on a
block of ice.
The gossip there pointed to young
women wearing clothes again.
The doctors saying on All-Media
that it was unhealthy.
“But, aesthetically,” Roark remarked
to a paunchy Lillian on the closest
block, “adding a bit of color?”
She’s firm, though, in calling
Labels: fever, future, future medicine, Medicine, mores, nudity, radiation, sex, social norms, standards, war, whore