the f u dance

pearl

takes time some times
to get it just right
now now now
all needy and crying
cant speed it up
wont make it better

patience only

frankly
instant gratification
takes too long for most
but
i ll grow a lichen moustachio
before i budge

then
when its all done
and i tie it with a bow
the only comment
i get is
whyd it take so long

pearls on a pig
i guess


sorry
after a particularly frustrating day
ten

guided

he stomps his boots
and unleashes on my porch

i mean
the only exposed flesh
is this hairline crack
at the back of my neck
between my collar and my hat
and wouldnt you know
those little bastard
laser guided
somsovabeetches
pile up all frosty back there
bringing my core temp down
and freezing my ass off
expletive expletive
he explodes all redfaced and evil
about the snowflakes on his neck

i figured
between the energy expended
and the high blood pressure
we could probably heat
the whole dame house
with this guy

hmmmm
renewable energy source


sorry
onefourteenten

complaining about the weather
is always something
that astonishes me
i mean
what really can you do about it
must be mad about something else
and the weather
never puts up
an immediate retort
but it always
gets the last word

no pain

the amount of crap
piled on that poor young life
thick and deep
rips a part of the soul
just to hear his
woeful tale
all old news to him
all nothing new

and i cant
just wont
leave it alone

but how
in the face of all of that
can you go on
can you be so
detached

im a psychopath
he replies
look it up

didnt need to

he is


sorry
onetwentyfiveten

direction

all the parties pow wow
the befuddled mass of
drama and egos
some apoplectic dance
of
im better than you
it doesnt matter what is right
with a capital r
just whether or not i win

i cant take it

so
i run the mouth
fully aware that
im chewing on suicide

clouds part
tempers run to simmer
and
holy crap
we actually get somewhere

amazing
a drop of honesty
and a pound of loathing
disguised as
quote bravery unquote
an something actually gets done

just amazing


sorry
one twentyfiveten

breathe

so
a couple of buddies
one from when i was fourteen
and one from eightyeight
get together
up here in the woods

the snow crunched
and the clinkling
of the ice
in the glasses of bourbon
smoothed out the wrinkles
caused by the
weeks and months
of day to day

cant say we
solved world hunger

but
cant say
it wasnt important either


sorry
onetwentyfiveten

scars

so two youngish doods
have a contest
about whos mangled
more parts

i broke and arm
when a jack
kicked out
while i was
throwing a new clutch
in my truck

oh yeah

well i broke
my nose and upper jaw
when i smacked a sledge
against the driveshaft
of a printing press
and it bounced back
and smashed me
in the face

oh yeah

i got you both beat
says me
im old
and ugly



sorry
onetwentyeightten

anarchist

he explained
he wasnt an anarchist
he was a devout defender
of the rights of the individual

you say tomahtoe



sorry
onethirtyoneten

bees

a crowd of local gents
sat about sipping whiskey
all extolling the blessings of
the lowly bee

the gents
so varied there is
no collaboration
on politics religion or
even the benefits of two stroke engines
or anything else
at all
it would seem

and suddenly
the importance
of tiny honey bee
its ability to keep us all
in crops and feed and food
unite

every once and a while
the strength of a
undeniable biological argument
supporting the need for
society
levels the field

we all agreed
we need each other

lets bottle this shit and spray it
on congress
was a cry at one point

plan bee


sorry
twooneten

recipient

she said
i love when someone really starts to lose it
when they boil slowly and the
straws keep piling up
one at a time
until
the explosion of swears and
the personal attacks
at anyone
stupid enough
to be standing in spews way
is fun to watch

i was a bit
well
concerned about the morbid fascination
of watching events twist up another soul
and about to lambaste her with a rant
when

she added
of course
except when its directed at me

ah human after all

and then she tells a tale of her
rather rigid boss and how
during one meeting
he went totally ballistic
based on misinformation he concocted

he demolished any
future opportunities with
their oldest customer
purely due to his
assumed self importance

he overstepped his bounds
and therefore
overstayed his welcome
and they were both
shown the door

on the drive home
after seething for a while
the boss
of course
laced into her
freaking out i believe she said
blamed her
and chopped off
any possibility of advancement
in a scathing review of her ineptitude

she was spitting in spite of herself
by tales end

me
the jerk
says

wish i was a fly on the wall
for that one
must of been fun to watch

duck
thank whomever
shes got a slow left

i dont know
its not that much fun


sorry
twothreeten

two shrinks

one asks the other an inaudible question
well
says two
i think its cos hes nuts


sorry
twothreeten

proposition

i have know him
for better than
twenty five years
he works with
broken boys
disturbed beaten
broken
working on
some karma debt
he knows
he ll never pay off

in earnest
he asked
not verbatim but
you get the gist

i met someone today
who in all likelihood
will columbine his school
hes already sent out teasers
about it and
loves to scare the snot
out of kids he hates
by acting
and he is acting
crazy
his folks the cops the school
his shrink
all pretend they dont see it
he has a plan
he has the means
and he is angry enough
to pull it off

so whats the question

then he said something
i cant repeat
that proved his conviction

i stood agape

is it grand theft auto
or warcraft
or jason twenty nine
that made us all so callous
so numb so narrow
so quick to employ
irreparable damage
as the only solution

i will not see him the same way ever again

i quickly look away

he reads this move
as he reads most humans
well
and defends his plot
and defends
and defends
until my stomach is fist
that punches my throat

stop

and with the
fake cell phone call gotta go thing
i skulk like a coward
away

outside i smoke a butt
as if the choking air
will burn off the feeling
of
yet another
good man
slipping
off the path
crashing bloodied knees
and wailing into the void

i ll miss him


sorry
twoeleventen

six word biography lesson number one

i asked
she agreed
we left



sorry
twotwelveten

swb lesson two

she
thankfully
hasnt killed me
yet

sorry
twotwelveten

swb lesson three

his eyes shine
my dear son



sorry
twotwelveten

swb lesson four

innocent kisses
from my sweetest
daughter



sorry
twotwelveten

swb lesson five

some call it a career

but i call it
an enormous waste of time
i mean some days
its all about banging against
bruised egos and
repairing damaged idiots
enough so that
they ll do their damn job
so I can do mine
what the fuck is that
where the hell did all the adults go
a bunch of whining elitist children
who demand their perceived entitlements
who want kids
they just dont want to raise them
they want relationships so to speak
but sure as fuck dont want to be flexible
or understand anothers point of view
no less actually care for another above themselves
they all want cash and prosperity
but sure as fuck dont want to work for it
i mean even easy as shit work
its not like splitting a log or an atom
or healing a mangled mind
the same fukkers who will step on your head
to get what they want
because you have no value
when compared to them
so fuck this shit
work blows
and is all
just a major distraction
preventing me
from doing any serious good
for my family my town my world
just a miserable distraction
from personal expression
from realizing my potential
from taking care of the little things
than make my family and m
uh


oh

right
six words

fail

hows about

bad day at work
people suck



sorry
twotwelveten

maniac

several pseudo shrinks
evaluate a co workers
seemingly manic explosion
of output
describing her efforts
as flitting and adhd
when being nice
and maniacally driven
and possessed if not so much so

funny
i gave her some
aged sumatran coffee beans
a roaster friend of mine
had lovingly prepared
earlier that morning

hey tess
says me
hows the beans

wow
she said
i feel like i can do the job
of all these yapping slackers
aged sumatran huh
i could flip a bus right now

and she blazed away
to correlate and collaborate
at the speed of light

be leery of people
who think they know



sorry
twotwelveten

thanks for the kind words
its a day i remind myself
of the immeasurable love
my family shows me
and my profound love for them

twofourteenten

and as for my profound hatred


frankenbitch update

its five am
gotta plow so my wife can
get the subaru across the bridge
powerdown so coffee
and then wrassle the metal monster

it yields
and i
glide
along the drive
pushing snow
like im supposed to
pinch
nope not a dream
wait
im not quite finished
no celebrations yet

back up the hill
blade raised
just gotta put it away
next to the barn

a muffled puff boom hiss

overheated
blew the cap off the radiator
greenish spew steam
tainting an otherwise
near perfect
run

brickabraken frankenbitch

twoseventeenten

calm

there are these calm
moments
polkadotting what seems like
and inevitable race and squirm
trying to stay ahead of
whatevers biting at my ass

orion runs across
a frigid sky
smiling down
through all of these
incomprehensible dots
from inconceivable distances
yet
some compelling
rhythm in the random
touches me on the head
and tussles my hair

there there little dog man
stop chasing your tail

i sit obediently
and breathe in the nights
ancient songs



sorry
twoeighteenten

dna

i sit with them all
assembled are
my siblings and parents
and assorted hangers on
shit
all of you are related to me
how the hell did that happen
so different it has become laughable
we joke at the inescapable bond
in a gallows humor kinda way
all strung up by the little dna

no really
nature and nurture aside
you really are my sister


sorry
twotwentyeightten

amazing and profoundly humbling
while being sublimely connected
at the same time
oh yeah
and amazingly aggravating
dont forget that

reprise

i zombie walk down to the
coffee pot in the dark
sun wont dare peek out
for another hour or so

i try to connect with
those who tried to connect
with me last night
when i was typing
or embroiled
in some other
priority pursuit

i hardly notice
the light stealing
across the yard
when suddenly
i look up from my
autistic self absorption
and
snow
secret and silent
painting my world
in virginal white
once more

a bit like a white wedding dress
on a pregnant mother
at this point
but what human
doesnt feel for
childbearing women
and
everyone loves weddings
right

some teasing reprise
of winter
messing with my
internal clock

i want to just roll under
her fluffy white blanket
and kiss her icy lips goodnight


sorry
foursixteenten