mmdxvii

Ooh, Spank Me, Amadeus!

I am the Marquis de Sadness,

heart blatantly on sleeve (tat

tooed underneath in case of

sleevelessness), loving every

lugubrious minute of it.  Pre-

sently, the sound that the 

pornography makes is as 

equidistant from me as either 

hopes or fears.  Present circum-

stances disallow my comfort

zone from being swallowed

up like a very ripe banana.

Sure, you can say “I told you

so,” only to be eaten by a

velociraptor in the morn-

ing (mañana).  Try not to

tell me so afterwards be-

cause I already ate the

future just to get here in

time to tell you this now.

mmdxvi

U Does Not = Heart

[Read this poem as if directed
at me.]  The last week or so
needs motivation, right?
After 850 calories (it
says here) “BOMBED
AIRPLANE PILOTS
AVERTED” (CNN
headlines that get
larger and larger
as the day prog-
resses until

shrunk to

one single
word, larg-
est type-
face ever):

“FEAR
[EXCLAMA-
TION POINT]”—
This, only to
scare the dead
into living (well,
nowadays, who
can tell the liv-
ing from the
dead, anyway?)


So, Peaches got
happier. And me,
I’m planning a trip
to Lost Angels in
less than the cost
of a pair of a pair
of decent pajamas
(two weeks at present). 

Thanks again, government!

mmdxv

          When a dog laughs

          It is nothing like what you thought it would be.

          It is nothing in the worst sense of the word.

                                                                           —Kevin Killian

My computer

says you are

there.  I’m here.

“Eloquence in-

fected w/venom,”

you once said.

“Your miasma

is returning,”

you once said.

Nothing ever

stays the same. 

“Deal with it!” 

I’ve already

copped an

entire bag of

cookies. 

“Soft-baked

nympho-

maniac,”

you once

said.

mmdxiv

Memorable & Miserable

(What a Cute Couple!)

It’s terrible to do nothing

but complain all of the time.

At my gym, they’ve reduced

down to ONE MACHINE 

TOTAL! This, I think,
as I walk by a bumper

sticker that announces
it is catchy...not sketchy!

mmdxiii

Jack-o’-Lantern

Nobody got

the joke about

the cantaloupe.

Oh, ye of big

dicks and little

romance ... hither

or sway?  I’d

like to swing-

dance into a

new decade.

Maybe.  Maybe

I should strip

down and go

soak for a

while.  Big or

bigger change?

___________

Deep dummy

bonking another

dummy deep.

mmdxii

    A  long  blue  sky  without  a  brow

                                           —Fanny Howe

How uneventful today is.

I tried to go to work,

but there was no work.

I took a look at the cat,

the purring cat.   I read

a book in translation and

then in its original language.

Why I ever thought a bit

of this would ever be

of any use?  The hours

continued to slip away.

I picked at my teeth

with a blade of grass.

I waited for someone

to arrive.  I am waiting

for someone to arrive.

The doorbell rings

but I hear nothing

but whispers for

the rest of the day

and into the night.

mmdxi

Top Heavy

Dolly had no idea

that she’d run into

Jolene at the service

station that gorgeous

June afternoon.  April

had seen a flurry of

electrical storms

and more than

Nashville’s fair

share of spinning

winds.   

(“Time...,”

thought all of the

blondes in Arizona.)

“Beans and ham for

dinner tonight,”

Dolly wondered,

adjusting herself.

A bee alighted

upon the tip of

the nozzle as

Jolene pulled

to a stop directly

on the other side

of Dolly’s pump.

(“Wind...,”

expected

California

at that very

moment.)

Have you ever

once caught

Dolly biting

her nails?

“Your finger,

it’s bleeding!”

I tried.  A

bullethole

at the base

of the wind-

ow between

here and there.