Tuesday, April 18, 2017

mmdccxv

U Make It Up As U Go Along
(Let's Call It Improvisation)

Like recipes and whatnot.  I knew him
when he was my age.  A bit.  His
middle name was B.  Was a made
up B (for filling in the blanks?).

Which is when Frankie says
what she really thinks to Grace:
“You get married.  The vows
say: in sickness and in health.”

“In sickness and in health.”
Have you noticed how Jane
Fonda can twitch her face
in such fascinatingly subtle

ways that, well, most act
resses simply can’t.  Which
means nothing, really. 
Except maybe that she’s

even better than I thought.
At the craft, I mean, age
notwithstanding, but rel
evant, I’d say.  Does that

in effect also mean (better)
as a person? The power of
provocative fiction so sum
marily diferent than the

reality of your own, yet
so relatable, so relative to
something so you.  And s
very ME.  Cut!  Take!  Try

it again.  & use that twitch.
Find even MORE empathy,
if that’s even possible.  Re
gain control of a mad, mad

world (the one with the dis
tinct lack of comedy).  Eat
it up.  Weep if you want.
Because it’s fiction.  It’s

fake narrative (Sure. Ad
dressing real narrative. 
The one you live, the one
you live with, the one you

try to digest but can barely
even dictate.  And...scene
Dispense the Kleenex.  Grab
the script just in case you have

time to go over a few lines
before tomorrow morning
when the incessant twitch
ing starts all over again.

Thursday, April 06, 2017

mmdccxiv

Getting Laid

The kerfuffle
it was all about?

The Big Bad
Wolf is all!

I ask myself
in the morning

what a head
ache is.  It

goes like
this and

refuses
to play

all
week

long.
Then

the
doctor

says
There

’ll be
a little

sting.
Just

like
that.


Wednesday, April 05, 2017

mmdccxiii

“Stay determined,” said Margaret,

“Who said
anything
about get
ting laid?”
Nervous
giggle.

Tuesday, April 04, 2017

mmdccxii

“Quick, Periwinkle!”

And like that it was
sunrise.  Surprise.

Tongue is for...?
Oh, last man stan-

ding.
“Ding ding!”

and so on.
Until he asked

me how to
swear.  Which

always makes
me think

of me.



Sunday, April 02, 2017

mmdccxi

there is a nakedness underneath//that is underdeveloped
                                                              —John Thompson

Mountain-out-of-Molehill-Maker
is my new job title.  My business

card is off limits and the screen
of my computer is dead, the key

board doesn’t work, but there’s this
youth to it.  I feel from it.  Don’t

look now but there’s such youth
ful energy that comes from

wisdom, heartbreak, movie
trailers. Case in point, me;

I am my latest job description,
see?  But.  Nobody wants

to wait with me while
the credits roll.  When

you said you’ll pay
did you mean

attention or
vengeance?