Tuesday, March 22, 2011

had my organization not paid for me to be here I wouldn't have even considered


a life lived
city to
city in
highrise 
hotel rooms &
working
from

“an insanely comfortable
Heavenly Bed™”
king-sized
4 big fluffy
pillows a poofy
white comforter &
I don’t
even have to
make it
up

the soap
smelling so
nice & the
air conditioning
turned way
down &
me fresh-

showered &
swaddled
in a white
velour
bathrobe my
feet cozy
beneath the
comforter

half-
watching the
enormous flat-
screen with
stereo sound that
sounds like it’s
coming from
somewhere
else entirely
while

the coffee’s
brewing (they’re
charging me two
bucks for this
but it’s a
deal compared to
everything else
in the Refreshment
Bar below the
TV)

I’d like just
enough money
to live like
this with
friendly goons
in clean beige
suits using
walkie-talkies
& hard brown muscle
to keep the
riff-raff
from my
presence

the lovely bird-
like blondes
fresh-squeezed into
black tube
dresses serving
me breakfast
among the
happy babble of
fountains
downstairs

Just give me
enough
to live like
this Let me
live like
this Oh
please

no one
complaining
or asking
me anything
wanting
nothing
but my
Signature
(right here,
Sir) &
I’ll

write novels &
poetry & essays &
whatnot to
break your
mother-
lovin’
heart.

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from Nymphomagic Electroshock
& Other Middle-Aged Complaints
 (2011, 2016)

TALES OF THE SECOND GREAT DEPRESSION


I see all the people as I’m turning the corner and I think, well, this is good. Somebody has money!

The strip mall anchored by King Sooper’s on Woodmen Road and Lexington isn't one of those stylish faux-Italian villa-looking things, but it isn’t a Po’ Peoples Plaza with a Big Lots or a Dollar Tree, either. There are a few empty storefronts but Artful Adventures, of all things— a place where toddlers and pre-schoolers can get semi-professional guidance in making a mess with their paints—is still a going concern. 



There are more than a few parents and kids going into the tae kwon do place, which is always thumping with activity when I pass it during operating hours.

So there are parents, mostly of middle-of-the-middle-class spectrum, not necessarily driving shiny Suburbans or anything mind-blowingly expensive, who can provide their children with private art instruction and martial arts training. It seems incredible to me that there are still people out there who have jobs and can take their kids to these places.  It’s almost encouraging.

Sunday, March 20, 2011

Killer Queens Killin’ Good: V Series Finale, “Mother’s Day”

as seen on ABC, Tuesday, 15 March 2011, 8 pm. MDT


If I hadn’t looked up at the clock and realized it was Tuesday I would have missed a mess o’ glorious carnage. A matricide, a patricide and a stupid kid I’d have shot myself if someone had given me a walk-on part, but this death was so much better, because….

Before  go into detail there’s an explanation I owe all the normal people with normal lives and normal TV viewing habits who are wondering what I’m talking about, and why:


Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Just sayin'

Something you never hear anymore: “It’s a cinch.” I’m guessing it's because nothing is, nor has been for a very long time now.

Friday, March 11, 2011

INVOCATION

I challenge the gods themselves
to convey the euphoria

of a blazing white freeway
taken at 75 mph 
in a solar yellow Jeep

the gunmetal waters to one side
a fence of evergreens
on the other and

“Achilles’ Last Stand”
galloping
from the
speakers

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from Nymphomagic Electroshock &
Other Middle-Aged Complaints
 (2011, 2016)