Monday, September 14, 2020

New Poem: SCIENCE NEVER KNOWS

 keep your mind turned off

 relax and breathe maskless air

 it’s the burning season followed

 by the less cold than usual season

 don’t believe those educated pessimists

 don’t worry about within and without

 just help us keep punching others for you

 so you won’t have to think about 

 how much we take away

 and how often we laugh behind your back

 remember, loser and sucker,

 you’re voting for the color of our dreams

 

 

 


New Poem: LEAVE THE ROOM PERMANENTLY

 be mindful of your aging friends/as they repeat all the things their parents and grandparents once said/know when to leave the room permanently when they won’t change/talking about lies and Trump and people who are smug because they know more than they do and global warming being a hoax and Black Antifa building public housing next door and again Trump and Joe Biden being the demon from THE OMEN shape-shifted into an old man and Trump again again as the straight-talking savior who kicks liberals to the ground makes them cry then tears out their balls in a way Ted Cruz would approve of

 as you leave the room permanently/remind the people who are no longer your friends/how Ted Cruz had to lose his balls to support Trump in 2016/and that they are racists urinating toxins into the American bloodstream/and these toxins kill as deadly as COVID

don’t smell their smoke anymore/leave the damn room and drive and keep driving 

Saturday, August 29, 2020

New Poem: HELLO KENOSHA

 hello Kenosha Wisconsin 


 stop assuming everyone Black is an armed criminal 

 tell the teen and adult vigilantes to go home or be arrested

 remove the handcuffs and the leg irons from the severely wounded

and, above all, tell Donald Trump the following:

yes, you’re the President, but you don’t denounce the violence

of your followers and your presence here is unnecessary 

and potentially inflammatory 


thank you for reading this and giving it some thought

a concerned American who votes

 

Sunday, August 9, 2020

The Louis C.K. Poem

    but heeees my freeeeeennndddd say the female comics


    it is hard out there if you want to be funny

    bomb away on the open mics

    eventually get paid a little bit

    others get jealous

    say you’re not all that good

   the resentment you suck up 

    gets spit out in your standup set

    those pain in the ass kids and women

    who want you to pull focus from career career career

    eventually you’re around long enough  

    people think you’re commenting on bile 

    when you’re just regurgitating it

    here, female colleague, watch me wank

    look at this as comedy fraternity hazing

    damn this #MeToo stuff

    made you shelve your movie

    costs one million dollars in lost TV

    you’ll do new act attacking correctness

    drop in unannounced

    keep the press from spoiling the set

    wait long enough, someone will write

    you’re aware of what you’ve done to be diminished 

    when you still think you’ve been screwed 

    by pious people who don’t understand 

    comedy is letting your demons wank

    onto the audience in the same way

    you once wanked on people who,

    if they stood up to you,

    would see their careers go into the tank


    but heeeees my frieeeennnnnddd

    says the male comic who used some of his

    standup special time to middle-finger your accusers

    

    comedy, as practiced by some,  is not pretty

    it’s the fastball whizzing past your head

    it’s the punch smashing your testicles

    it’s the emcee saying you’re going to get fucked with

    it’s the joke that, too many times, leaves a stain

    that can never come out, no matter how much you scrub

    

    


Wednesday, July 22, 2020

New Poem: HOLLYWOOD

in 1932, she walked into Bullocks Wilshire
bought the best she could afford
then stood by the studio gates until chosen
>
days of learning how to talk, how to stand, how to diet
posing for publicity photographs
coerced into coitus by men who say you have to say yes
dress extra, bit player, supporting actress, star
marriages to leading men who wanted other stars on the side
>
even with a support system of friends and employees,
there’s constant pain, a yearning to stop this nonsense
>
then the contract runs out—make way for others
>
one day after the war,
she’s arrested for speeding down Topanga
after that, B pictures, TV series, then retirement
>
they buried her out in the back
of the church known as
Our Lady of the Cadillacs
>
in 1989, she walked into Beverly Center

Sunday, July 12, 2020

New Poem: AMERICA SITS IN THE COVID CORNER

hey Joe what are you doing there
sitting with that passport in your hand
keening and wailing I can’t use it
because the authority figures left the room
and the kids turned over their desks
carved obscenities into the blackboard
pulled the clock down from the wall
smashed it into microscopic metal pieces
screaming school sucks the hell with indoors
then pushed and shoved filling every street
>
the businessmen told the government
let us reopen we’re losing all this money
bellowing in a George C. Scott voice:
Jesus Christ we’ll be ruined
and the government gave in
told the CDC adapt or be ignored
making no commands or demands
just suggestions and punting decisions downwards
>
fear is a deadly disease
even worse than the current virus
so so scared of losing political donor money
even though big business got big loans
small businesses denied, told try try again
in the midst of this no one dared to think
of how to tell the public to mask up sit tight hang on
to see a real reduction in the plague
>
so Joe sits and cries
can’t even go visit Canada this summer
just watches the passing of the shit parade:
bad president battering school districts
amusement park reopening in high plague state
musicians and comedians playing to mask-free crowds
>
hey Joe what are you doing there
feeding your passport into a shredder