My glistening body parts as I step ourt of the shower.
Michael Bolton ringtones
The kid upstairs running all over as you pray he will run into an end table
Someone begins a sentence, 'I hope you won't perceive this as a criticism'
A Going Out of Business sale at a porn shop
Loud talkers with soft thoughts
Burning one link sausage in your micro and eating it as a punishment
Waiting for your printer to warm up
Pop up ads for male enhancement
Any fridge minus cheese
Sunday, January 29, 2017
Marching
I was a lousy shot in the Army Reserves, but a terrific marcher. Marching kept me sane while I was learning to kill and maim. I haven't marched since.
Here are some causes I might march for:
The overuse of parenthesis by some writers.
Uneven sidewalks geared toward making old people fall.
Slow moving tourists.
Ferris whells in general.
Wearing flip flops in Fanuary.
Crockpots and their recipes.
Strangers conversing with you on lines.
People sitting in cars in public parks.
Too many different types of apples.
Elvis Costello's continuing career.
The lack of legislation limiting public scratching.
I'll tell you who knows how to march.
The North Koreans. Man, can those buggers march up a storm.
College bands can also get it done. If they rebel and spell out an obscenity, we can always blame the Mexicans.
Here are some causes I might march for:
The overuse of parenthesis by some writers.
Uneven sidewalks geared toward making old people fall.
Slow moving tourists.
Ferris whells in general.
Wearing flip flops in Fanuary.
Crockpots and their recipes.
Strangers conversing with you on lines.
People sitting in cars in public parks.
Too many different types of apples.
Elvis Costello's continuing career.
The lack of legislation limiting public scratching.
I'll tell you who knows how to march.
The North Koreans. Man, can those buggers march up a storm.
College bands can also get it done. If they rebel and spell out an obscenity, we can always blame the Mexicans.
Good Pitch
Ladies and gentlemen,I stand here with an offer that will amaze you. Three legged dogs as pets. Think of the upside. How much easier will it be to meet people curious about your pet? Also, you can negotiate a discount with the vet.
If your dog falls over in front of kids, they will learn compassion. They will also discover the power of gravity. The pet will remain loyal because it is too slow to run away. If you have a limp no one will notice because of your dog.
I am offering these striking freaks of nature at the low low price of $16.99 each. Okay, I'll knock a couple of bucks for a dachshund. I will throw in a free leash and dog collar.
Well, miss, that is between you and your man what you do with them.
If your dog falls over in front of kids, they will learn compassion. They will also discover the power of gravity. The pet will remain loyal because it is too slow to run away. If you have a limp no one will notice because of your dog.
I am offering these striking freaks of nature at the low low price of $16.99 each. Okay, I'll knock a couple of bucks for a dachshund. I will throw in a free leash and dog collar.
Well, miss, that is between you and your man what you do with them.
Monday, January 23, 2017
Finster and Krauss
What a song writing team. Never heard of them? Finster and Krauss composed some of the best polka tunes in history. Neither was Polish, played the accordion, wore suspenders, or funny hats with feathers and lederhosen.
But they loved polka.
So why didn't their careers soar? Two words--Freddie Krazewski. He ruled the Polish polka underworld with an iron fist.
You do not get radio play or distribution unless you pay Freddie his dues. When he sent two associates to Finster and Kraus, they were defiant. So they were tossed onto sharp piano strings, causing cuts and bleeding, throwing the instrument out of tune.
The team decided to relocate to Arizona, not exactly a hot bed for polka. Soon they gave up and went their separate ways.
I actually purchased one of the few raw tapes of their music at a flea market. I shake my head at the sustained power and beauty of their work. I heard one writes Geico commercials and one became a funeral director.
I feel like the public got robbed.
But they loved polka.
So why didn't their careers soar? Two words--Freddie Krazewski. He ruled the Polish polka underworld with an iron fist.
You do not get radio play or distribution unless you pay Freddie his dues. When he sent two associates to Finster and Kraus, they were defiant. So they were tossed onto sharp piano strings, causing cuts and bleeding, throwing the instrument out of tune.
The team decided to relocate to Arizona, not exactly a hot bed for polka. Soon they gave up and went their separate ways.
I actually purchased one of the few raw tapes of their music at a flea market. I shake my head at the sustained power and beauty of their work. I heard one writes Geico commercials and one became a funeral director.
I feel like the public got robbed.
Ego
I called in professionals to haul away my ego, which had been preventing me from seeing the reality of my life. My novels will never sell. I will never marry well. A carpet salesman is who I am.
My ego was too big to place in a jar of acid. It took up most of my living room, blocking my flat screen. The men came up on a freight elevator all ready to haul it away. Until they saw it. Even with a hand truck they could not budge it.
I decided to chop it up and sell the pieces on line to insecure people. But I just could not do it. My ego is part of who I am. I thought about going to the circus to take my mind off this. But there is no more circus anymore. What happens to clown egos now? Maybe I could somehow breed my ego with a clown ego. Just brain storming here.
My ego was too big to place in a jar of acid. It took up most of my living room, blocking my flat screen. The men came up on a freight elevator all ready to haul it away. Until they saw it. Even with a hand truck they could not budge it.
I decided to chop it up and sell the pieces on line to insecure people. But I just could not do it. My ego is part of who I am. I thought about going to the circus to take my mind off this. But there is no more circus anymore. What happens to clown egos now? Maybe I could somehow breed my ego with a clown ego. Just brain storming here.
Tuesday, January 17, 2017
Next Generation
Will there be irony, sarcasm and satire?
Not looking good. Cough wrong and you get destroyed online. Everyone is ranting. If you point out being overweight is unhealthy, you're body shaming. If you inject the word responsibility into a discussion on race you are a racist. If you question the Church you are Godless. If you only wear black you are the Devil's tool.
Taxi drivers are vanishing. Everyone is talking to themselves, an early sign of Alzheimer Disease. Hugging will disappear because of new bacteria. God help us if plaid goes. I've organized my life around it.
Once space for burial is used up, will bodies be tossed into the ocean creating new virulent water born illness?
Will writing still exist? Will imagination become part of the huge compost heap quickly being formed?
Will the next generation be able to skate backwards and use a pogo stick?
Politically correct vultures hover. Waiting.
Not looking good. Cough wrong and you get destroyed online. Everyone is ranting. If you point out being overweight is unhealthy, you're body shaming. If you inject the word responsibility into a discussion on race you are a racist. If you question the Church you are Godless. If you only wear black you are the Devil's tool.
Taxi drivers are vanishing. Everyone is talking to themselves, an early sign of Alzheimer Disease. Hugging will disappear because of new bacteria. God help us if plaid goes. I've organized my life around it.
Once space for burial is used up, will bodies be tossed into the ocean creating new virulent water born illness?
Will writing still exist? Will imagination become part of the huge compost heap quickly being formed?
Will the next generation be able to skate backwards and use a pogo stick?
Politically correct vultures hover. Waiting.
Year 1968
I still had hair.
I pledged a fraternity at Rutgers. We pledges built a bar that fell apart. I worked part time at Two Guys Department Store. I wasn't sure what to do with my life. I weighed 157 pounds.
Earth shaking world events were happening. I had no girlfriend.
In June I was taken by aliens who probed for days and ultimately rejected me. I was despondent for months.
In 1969 I discovered macaroni and cheese and became a new person with purpose. I would become a macaroni and cheese chef.
Men landed on the moon. I took up the banjo unsuccessfully, plunging me into another depression.
I looked forward to a new decade.
The hair situation became problematic.
I pledged a fraternity at Rutgers. We pledges built a bar that fell apart. I worked part time at Two Guys Department Store. I wasn't sure what to do with my life. I weighed 157 pounds.
Earth shaking world events were happening. I had no girlfriend.
In June I was taken by aliens who probed for days and ultimately rejected me. I was despondent for months.
In 1969 I discovered macaroni and cheese and became a new person with purpose. I would become a macaroni and cheese chef.
Men landed on the moon. I took up the banjo unsuccessfully, plunging me into another depression.
I looked forward to a new decade.
The hair situation became problematic.
100% Cotton
I check strangers' tags to see if it is 100% cotton. I won't associate with anyone wearing dacron or orlon. Boring. Suede and leather people like to make an entrance. Pretentious. Wool folks want to hug. Unhealthy. Spandex and lycra are threatening.
I notrice your socks are drooping. Better upgrade if you crave my friendship. That couple in the corner--I need to check out their tags. They seem attractive, but can't take any chances.
Since I've matured, everything I wear is 100% cotton, except my hats.
My navel lint is also 100% cotton. You get the idea.
I notrice your socks are drooping. Better upgrade if you crave my friendship. That couple in the corner--I need to check out their tags. They seem attractive, but can't take any chances.
Since I've matured, everything I wear is 100% cotton, except my hats.
My navel lint is also 100% cotton. You get the idea.
Sunday, January 15, 2017
No Symmetry
My poems lack symmetry. They sprawl across the page; words do not coalesce, lines circle around themselves, punctuation won't stay still.
Sometimes my poems break out of my notebook and leap on other writing, swiping its identity. The words transform from thought reflections to drunken slobs staggering across the page. Chaos.
I adjust the borders, spacing, font, use quad space and, in desperation, elliptical s to no avail. I look around at the poets nearby. None look symmetrical. Some are so lopsided I fear they will tilt over.
What happened to balance in this world?
I will attempt to right things anyway I can. First I will line up my pens by length. Or should it be by color? Decisions, decisions.
Sometimes my poems break out of my notebook and leap on other writing, swiping its identity. The words transform from thought reflections to drunken slobs staggering across the page. Chaos.
I adjust the borders, spacing, font, use quad space and, in desperation, elliptical s to no avail. I look around at the poets nearby. None look symmetrical. Some are so lopsided I fear they will tilt over.
What happened to balance in this world?
I will attempt to right things anyway I can. First I will line up my pens by length. Or should it be by color? Decisions, decisions.
A Car with Personality
My old Hyundai Accent had personality. When it felt ignored, the Check Engine light would flash on. On cold mornings it sounded like Morgan Freeman with a head cold. It's old car smell blended with my old man smell. Seat cushions slid forward, my safety strap got tangled and I noticed strange stains on the dashboard.
My Civic is a year old and except for flat tires, has exhibited no desire for attention. It did moan when I spray painted over a few scratches, but nothing I try has broken the ice between us. It is just very businesslike.
My old micro had personality in the form of chili and gravy stains all over the inside I was too lazy to clean. I replaced it with a black one to match my black radio, table, fridge side, and my black car. I am not a devil worshiper.
Sometimes I'll just pop it open for no reason because I like the power. My toaster and I have lively discussions. Once a month I flip it over and empty the crumbs. My toaster is an atheist. It's logic is simple. What kind of sick God would create all those crumbs?
My Civic is a year old and except for flat tires, has exhibited no desire for attention. It did moan when I spray painted over a few scratches, but nothing I try has broken the ice between us. It is just very businesslike.
My old micro had personality in the form of chili and gravy stains all over the inside I was too lazy to clean. I replaced it with a black one to match my black radio, table, fridge side, and my black car. I am not a devil worshiper.
Sometimes I'll just pop it open for no reason because I like the power. My toaster and I have lively discussions. Once a month I flip it over and empty the crumbs. My toaster is an atheist. It's logic is simple. What kind of sick God would create all those crumbs?
Twisted Greeting Cards
What can I say about your cooking that hasn't already been mentioned in the autopsy report?
Our last hug did not go well and I take full responsibility.
I want to share all your rashes.
That growth on your forehead shouts character.
You are the sand that invades my cracks.
Your bacteria completes me.
In the darkest of winter, your woolen undies warm my scrotum.
Let's honor our commitment by sharing off unneeded hair.
If I had your elegance, I'd crawl through your laundry bag.
I'm so sorry. I thought that was an ashtray.
Our last hug did not go well and I take full responsibility.
I want to share all your rashes.
That growth on your forehead shouts character.
You are the sand that invades my cracks.
Your bacteria completes me.
In the darkest of winter, your woolen undies warm my scrotum.
Let's honor our commitment by sharing off unneeded hair.
If I had your elegance, I'd crawl through your laundry bag.
I'm so sorry. I thought that was an ashtray.
Friday, January 6, 2017
Netflicks vs Samsung
I lost my Netflicks!
On Thursday night late I tried getting onto Netflicks and the screen treated me like a prospective user when I already had an account. I called and was told Samsung was updating its software and all the extra programs like the above were suspended. No warning!
He told me to hit Sign In and type my e mail and password and all would be fine. I hung up, assuring him I could do this.
Except my remote was malfunctioning. It wouldn't move the letters to the line on the right for email. Were the batteries weak? I kept clicking and barely getting anywhere. Finally I switched from my right hand to my left and bingo, it worked. I typed in my password and was able to watch episode 7, season 8 of Dexter, my favorite show.
I'm proud that I did not panic and resolved the problem. When did I become so dependent on Netflicks to give my life excitement?
On Thursday night late I tried getting onto Netflicks and the screen treated me like a prospective user when I already had an account. I called and was told Samsung was updating its software and all the extra programs like the above were suspended. No warning!
He told me to hit Sign In and type my e mail and password and all would be fine. I hung up, assuring him I could do this.
Except my remote was malfunctioning. It wouldn't move the letters to the line on the right for email. Were the batteries weak? I kept clicking and barely getting anywhere. Finally I switched from my right hand to my left and bingo, it worked. I typed in my password and was able to watch episode 7, season 8 of Dexter, my favorite show.
I'm proud that I did not panic and resolved the problem. When did I become so dependent on Netflicks to give my life excitement?
Monday, January 2, 2017
A Sunday New Year's Day
Everything is thrown off when New Year's Day falls on a Sunday. Pro football maintains its schedule, but the college bowl games are put back until Monday. So is The Rose Bowl Parade, which I'm watching now. Four bowl games will follow, but everything seems anti-climatic. Libraries and the Post Office are closed while all else is open.
In fact, on New Year's Day all stores were open, as was my gym. It no longer is the holiday it used to be.
I am learning so much about how these floats are made. I will figure out some way to inject this info into a conversation to impress people.
As far as Maria Carey's NY Eve performance going awry--who cares? Alicia Keys and J Lo were performing on another channel. When she was 20 years old Maria Carey looked toned and lovely. Now she kind of bloated and middle aged and struggling to hit the notes. She may be a better actress now, but her singing has fallen off. Sabotage? I think not.
In fact, on New Year's Day all stores were open, as was my gym. It no longer is the holiday it used to be.
I am learning so much about how these floats are made. I will figure out some way to inject this info into a conversation to impress people.
As far as Maria Carey's NY Eve performance going awry--who cares? Alicia Keys and J Lo were performing on another channel. When she was 20 years old Maria Carey looked toned and lovely. Now she kind of bloated and middle aged and struggling to hit the notes. She may be a better actress now, but her singing has fallen off. Sabotage? I think not.
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