Accidental Ubers

For the boy who likes cucumbers and freshly picked carotene tubers

Australopithecine genes in jeans fresh from washing machines

Keen to preen

Seen taking it down a few notches

Botching hyper diaper Big Dipper, Lipper Analytics everyone’s a critic

Plundering plums from some dim Sum ho hum formerly from Bodrum.

Golden Globes likes young attractive actors

Malefactors, detractors’ crazy rich bohemian rhapsodies not blue but stars bizarre going pretty far because of comedy and drama separation.

A star was born a musical but come on: comedy?!

I dreamed, I longed for a dichotomy of songs with light, trite lyrics might win song of the year in the callow shadow of Bradley.

What wouldst say I but gladly?

The Favorite French historical fiction acted with impeccable English diction, a bore?

Back to Gaga lady lore

who before now covered her face a clever act no disgrace best black panther black klansman

if Beale street’s Wife’s a destroyer can you forgive me?

Eternities gate might tonight... eh mate?

Do these rhymes sate?

Crazy rich Asians stay in hotels not listed in Mary Poppins or Dick Chaney’s Greenbook

Did get the old man off the hook.

And the gun Christian Bale had only one ale for supporting at Oscar’s behest lest a stunt for Emily Blunt got dressed in eighth grade’s golden globe strobe influence supporting actress Regina and Ali Rockwell Best Director widows are missing.

Screenplay for Roma blah blah blah for a quiet place on the isle of Mann or of dogs marks where Marc Shaman caught one if he could from the bucket list of best songs... tv too?

Kevin Hart’s scandal five years ago made anti-gay comments stepped down ho hum still considering Bodrum or cleopatra’s needle wheedle your way out of that one having fun in a recliner at city diner.

Rebeca Naomi Jones Oklahoma, Tulsa, Tesla, should have bought when it was down.

The fame school having cabernet musing on sounds of Cabaret overly sweet sounds of music 

Now there is criticism to which I don’t need listen.

A foxtrot afoot

Wearing Angie’s angora comes Pandora with her infamous box

Bringing Beth Bagels and Lox.

A foxtrot afoot, fools a fool feigning, fortuitous, foreign frolicking forerunners of fatuous fallacious alternative facts.

First America, America first.

first and foremost to the richest white American, Christian males.

All hail the chief.

Heil the tweeter,

The nationalist breast beater.

What’s your beef?

Let’s give thanks

not for our Constitution and laws but for dumpf’s tanks.

To the dumpster then denying dumpf’s illicit humping jumping to dumping dangerous dioxides. Diogenes saw corruption, calling it for what it was.

The buzz: His philosophical heirs care about the air.

Declaring: don’t dither whilst our planet doth wither.

It was cold before

It’ll be cold some more.

“Brr” said the neighbor on the floor below

How’d you know?

Read the weather report

T’was her quick and final retort!

The gate closed; the house sold.

A right rough day?

A little intense but hey!

Relax! Put on comfortable slacks.

Have snacks.

Write a few lines,

Don’t whine; do the social climb.

Once I did well; what the hell

so once did every dunce.

Live in the past?

Then the die is cast:

The gate closed; the house sold.

 Trio for Shahana’s Trip

6/18/19

 A short poem for a long trip:

Gorilla tracking...

What a nice thought while packing.

**

A tree in the warm jungle, gentle rain

Comfort and shelter for the sane.

Don’t overly explain.

**

Shahan’s text:

😊 Ken, your yen for poetry adds to life, beauty...

Reply to Shahan’s text:

Ken’s yen for poetry adds to life

With friends and wife.

Had I been a copywriter pulling all-njghters

I would have had a fuller bank account

But not a greater amount

Of beauty for me

For then when Shahan left mailbox key

With Michael

It would have been for another in a different life cycle.

Gigi

4/20/19

Almost didn’t make it.

A tiny profit?

Take it.

Feeling bad, sad, intermingled with glad

a week’s profit in the market today I had

Inspired by Gigi Haddad.

 Sandbox

11/22/17

The child raised to be a hero

(at a few points he was near zero)

By age two was no longer a carefree little being.

By age five, he was “Professor” being called to a meeting.

Twin invisible

Father made him an athlete, a scholar.

Took twenty years for him to holler.

Seeking to perfect his son- in every way except one:

Not a call to meetings or football hall of fame.

Just the tame game of how to reframe being called a name,

Putting lids

on anger and hurt

Play in the sandbox with other kids.

 Depressed, repressed, obsessed

8/26/2018

Depressed, repressed, obsessed

self-sabotaging in my lodging

in bed all day,

eating breakfast on a tray;

Olé.

If this is my heyday, not a June or Mayday

maybe I’ll take a nap on burlap using an App

I’ll snap out of this claptrap trap

Rapping tomorrow at the latest.

Later or sooner

Depressed, repressed, obsessed

Once in blue mooner.

clown from our town

8/26/18

Thugs selling drugs of a different sort to the populist cohort

Not superfund or super fun,

a ton of coal we breathe each day, a measure meaningless unless you value life and health but

not if you’re only concerned with wealth and pleasure.

Teal treasure would be ridding our airwaves of that presidential fav:

Rudy’s a jerk.

So confident he comes across as comfortable in his own sharkskin.

His pinstripe ethics stink.

What a fink.

Other finks too:

A fink in a funk, sunk in the sink, some lizards are more of a skink.

Go hang with the office skank?

First, get tanked then thank my lucky stars I didn’t meet her in a bar.

Far from TV which Rudy adds to his CV 

his family tree is no joke; he’s the bloke amusingly confusing the base,

a clown from our town.

He’s a good addition to dumpf’s coalition wearing us down by attrition.

The EPA guts the environment so his pals can get a little more rich.

Which, ditching logic, they earnestly don’t need as the polis they do bleed.

Policy malarkey, take heed, take heart, take Harley who needs a drink

Greed their number one deed

Yes, Rudy is the thin front man laughing all the way to fat dumpf’s ego bank with the skank who knew Harry and Hank and Barry and lanky Larry.

They all with her had a brew who knew Bannon was shouting racist canon.

Foxholes on parade

What a charade.

The foxy friends twisted truths, then lied.

With intense made up outrage, day after day they plied lies on guys and gals who

Were really no pals of the super-rich.

Sure the economy is booming for the top point oh one percent.

For those in the upper middle there has been some ascent.

But if you’re in the bottom sixty percent

It has not been fair or decent:

You’ve been wondering where that great stock boom and robust economy went varoom.

It didn’t dent your college loans or bring back the money lost on your farm.

The great leader’s harmful tariffs and tweets

bailing out in a few billions

doesn’t cover much when the loses he caused were in trillions.

The pain off Main is plain to see.

The foxes claimed the Democrats want to take away your hard-earned cash.

In fact, not.

They seek more fair payment of taxes from those at the very tip top.

So Fox and Friends stop

The manipulative lies.

Healing our country requires truth,

not your constant editorializing serving as a right-wing arm of the republican guard.

Hard not to be brainwashed every minute with the twisted truths, lies, alternative facts and constant attacks on democratic yes that’s the type of country we have: a democracy for the people, of the people and by the people, not wannabee dictators and autocratic didactic hypocritical anti-analytical salesmen with snake oil in tow.

Better than nothing?

8/25/18

The world is falling apart.

The world is always falling apart.

Do I care? Do I really care?

I do nothing to help.

When I tried to help, I was a laughing stock, humiliated, marginalized.

The fault was largely mine.

Now I do nothing but work on meaningless types of self-improvement. 

Better than nothing?

Better than waiting for death.

Better still if I could love with Beth.

Lost the music

8/20/18

Silly poem time, my Ice cream, nightly treat.

Take the heat during the day.

At night a little word play.

Hey why not?

A flash of a middle school pleasant memory in the band room.

No cymbals or drums going ka-boom.

Not too many people there.

Have any tubas to spare?

Curiosity: no one in sight,

wasn’t uptight till I start thinking of a compulsion to be great.

‘Wait, wait,’ they said!!!!

I hated to wait, but wait I did, thinking, ‘If I could only wait!’

Now I have waited.

After this long, long lonely wait, I think, ‘Is it too late?’

Hate to say, I’ve done the exercises all wrong.

Can’t sing even one song.

Have waited and am done

Long past mundane midnight run of the Miller Lite

When I was young, some said I was bright, now

Black and bright blue, turquoise and sick.

Life did play me for a mean little trick:

I have lost the wondrous quick lick of the muse’s mu-sic.

a little bit good

8/20/18

My words offend. I always feared they would:

A comment ironic about the Far East or even something Teutonic.

Dad thought I should be perfect, a six-million-dollar child bionic.

Shut me down so many times by subtle cues

This jack-in-the-box should have learned to pay my dues.

Screwed, fearing I would not get it right.

A blight

Without flexibility sufficient, no nutrients steel my blood.

A thud in the mud.

A dud Dad dreaded would’ve embarrassed him chewing his mighty

cudgel wielding not yielding fielding

all fouls instead of making him proud but not too much-

finding the right balance, a hire-wire act I learned it young.

learned it fast.

learned it till I knew it would last.

I feared I could not be authentic conflating authenticity with false publicity showing off in infantile ways, my life has been a series of semi-permanent forays,

holds and endless delays

I always feared it would not go well for me if I didn’t titrate exactly right for my father’s fears,

Dad could have taught me a better way 

Not sage of him-

could have sent me to the gym.

He was a boxer.

His cock-sure words carefully I listened, among them I selectively picked.

A fist, a slam, a dunk: that’s how he got his kicks.

Now you’re talking, Slick, that’s real superhero schtick.

My words offend.

I always feared they would.

I chose the abstract art of instrumental music over words or song.

Long, long, long, too long ago.

Toe to heal, head to heart now I’ve made with a different art, a different choice.

found my voice.

No need to have feared

It turned out a little bit good.

go in circles

7/2/18

I can go in circles...

I can go in squares.

Now! Go, in triangles!

Ask for miracles, Mr. Bojangles.

“Bojangles” sung by cousin Richard

One of his mom’s favorites...

Bojangles, a made-up name used by a white guy in a New Orleans prison, circa 1965

No jive.

When talking about his dog,

The mood began to slog

Cellmates asked to lighten up

He obliged with a tap dance, not Creole

Ol’ man, brain as mangled as mine?

Bojangles,

please untangle!

Welcome home!

6/16/18

Welcome home!

That justifies a poem...

I missed you, sweet Beth.

That doesn’t rhyme...

Oh well it’s the thought that counts from time to time.

Bill Barr

6/10/19

The new star of dumpf’s diminished dirty destructive desultory dominion

Is a Dick -

Cheney more than a Mick Mulvaney

Brainy brandishing bogus

Ethics he supports the corrupt as the

Great leader’s personal hit man

While he golfs, gets a tan

Planning another Muslim ban.

formerly center

11/22/17

Hock the broken mock pocket clock.

dock at quarter past...

When the door stuck at noon,

the moon converted monsoon

to a loud bassoon tune.

Moon was soon seen

Freed of foes from farmed Finnish foxes to

far flung flagrantly forensically fornicating fools

fibbing confabulations on roads frolicking in fabulous full-frontal phlebotomy

formerly filling future fabulists front and formerly center.

Brown Bear

12/1/18

Brown Bear sits, shifting in the shaded pit,

roasting freshly caught fish on a spit of split wood spits.

He could put puts and calls, singing symphonies into the stormy Syosset skyline.

A Solitary hit single,

the Girth of Cool Sylvan

barrel-chested baritone bears

sign silent solfeggio sonorously serenading urchins.

Ultimately uniting iguanas in guano.

Brown Bear sits.

Shifting shirt.

Shifting panthers in pants:

Suit yourself, bear brown

sartorial barley bran man about town.resentment and other such nonsense

12/20/17

The gorilla and the baby bear

went for a walk in Times Square.

Gorilla thought he had more hair.

Bear didn’t dare say “au contraire.”

“Fair is fair,” said Cher adding, “I do not really care... so there!”

The poster for the musical is up months ahead of time.

Why in italics?

6/12/19

Goethe said,

Though not in a TED,

you’ll know how to live life, getting up out of bed

This is a must

When you’ve learned: yourself to trust.

Why in italics?

Go ask uncle Alex.

Could I be

4/19/18

Could I be more?

… Yes.

Angry Angie

5/7/18

Angry Angie met agile Ali in the alley where they dallied-

Safe socks she suggested, at parties where she fondled the friendly frolicking sorority sisters’ boyfriends’ locks.

Her locks were golden as were her showers in Trump Towers which he denied, decried foul witch hunt.

On which hunt did he brag about fondling her front?

And back again.

He denied that he lied.

An about face

Of truth he left not a trace.

For the facts, no space.

Hasten the pace to get to Spanish Harlem

Where a harem of hot starlets, really harlots in a bar them from his office but not from his bed.

They were grateful but not the Dead.

Grateful for the pay full of hundreds-

They called him Thousand-dollar-Bill Cosby was shabby and gabby

Two semi senile old men one on Twitter the other wasting good ink.

The whole thing made quite a stink.

Said dumpf’s wife, in what the Donald claimed was totally original,

‘Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?’

We think: “Not.”

for whom I care

5/9/18

For a while

Write in style.

My poor Beth

She needs no help to file

Her grief, her anger, her method of self-help

Just be open, listen.

Don’t rile with a misunderstood smile.

Style, formal, functional abnormal?

Initially superficial, the impulse to help,

Tinged with a tinge of bad feeling

Help the helper help.

Why did I not get up to greet her after she made the reservation on Yelp?

Don’t despair of an affair with her for whom I care.

Catch Her in the Rye Toast

5/11/18

Catch Her in the Rye Toast

or

Has the Goat Got your Coat or Tongue?

A poem for dogs, elephants, foreigners and monks.

Priestly priests, atop a high pyramid, a coffin with no lid slid off by adherents, disciples of Aten,

Not one of ten, not then,

Not now, not the god of cows but of the sun

Akhenaten, the right hand of Aten,

banished other gods.

Politics as usual. One god:

The supreme god, the first monotheism.

Why was that better than an Irish Setter?

Hell, heck, damnation if I know.

I’m as clueless as a clam eating ham on a matzoh.

Stay away, don’t be too friendly.

Don’t be a flirtatious, grotesquely salacious slob.

Looking at girls with curls or girls with no curls

Girls are girls. Girls?!

At thirty, these young women are too young by far to be anywhere close to being alone with me in a car!

A poem for monks, princely priestly, beastly disciples and others in horny and other no-win funks.

 Microbes

5/15/18

Little bugs not thugs.

Smaller than slugs.

Who gives a shrug?

Mug it up.

Mug it down.

They do serious work

Not like you, you… you humiliating muggle of a muggling lunk.

libation, huh?

Inferiority complex, superiority on the surface:

Over-compensation 

Ration my libation

Save face, not really, not even on a stay-cation.

Drunk as a skunk is not very drunk.

Have you ever seen plenty of drunk funky skunks slunk

home after drinking a liquor made by Benedictine monks?

Bored bonzos

5/18/18

Bored bonzos broke broken bones burrowing borrowed

barely binary bitcoins

bitchily surprised I knew about it.

I said,

‘I even have a cell phone.’

truce

6/9/18

anger

Unusual?

That’s a laugh.

If I were a giraffe, I certainly would be... taller

And read less especially if I were living on Mars in a trailer calling home as a frequent caller.

Ballers, balls tennis, golf, baseball.

Basketball Bill on a hill blew a gasket, not enough to bring a casket, gnashing teeth underneath the heated heath… where had the pot of cash been stashed?

Ask Ogden Nash?

A great poet

A great man, but from New York to an Afghanistan truce,

For me, it’s all Dr. Seuss!

My Monsters

6/15/18

The Loch Ness Monster was a favorite of dad’s...

I was efficient putting grades into PADS, our online grading system.

Be fair, be strict and structured, but most of all

The students, their parents, Admin- you don’t have to up to them kiss ‘em,

Just don’t off piss ‘em.

Romancing the past

6/14/18

Romancing the past:

Dinosaurs were a blast and

Putin was warm and fuzzy at the KGB.

Freely acknowledge: dumpf was always a dishonest, slimy chump

When he tried beautiful women to jump and hump.

“Oh, it’s not rape. She’s not my type.”

Ugh. Did he say it on skye?

He lies, incites violence, appeals to people’s worst instincts.

He’s no Hitler. Let’s hope, his successor won’t be more of a dope-fooling demagogue,

a self-righteous, kleptomaniac unfeeling hog.

It wasn’t even a bump on dumpf’s  girlfriends’ rumps or whores before he married and divorced a bunch of times while through bankruptcy climbs, convincing his fans of his impeccable Christian morality with the totality of his egomaniacal evil caging kids to send a message to Mexicans to not cross the border in-order to preserve our law and insane order, inane priorities

be a hoarder of wealth so greedy and selfish it boggles the mind of a hellish well fish.

It can’t be seen

by the people who are blinded by their hatred, anger and yes legitimate suffering and pain- some are also plain old downright mean.

Love on a diet

6/30/18

Love on a diet:

Shhhh!

Please keep it quiet!

Try it?

Should if I could and would not protest, no jest!

Surely would be best to make love on a cot

Sounds hot but I don’t buy it. 

figure it out

7/12/18

“Someday, you will figure it out.

You are a person of this type.”

Her words saw me through many a rollercoaster 

Day and night.

My college wheelchair-bound ear-training professor, encouraged me with this.

 Inward

7/27/18

Seeing red,

I read:

Anger turned inward led

to depression, anxiety, destructive consequences

Dense messes

Appropriately harnessed and tooled

progress fueled.

Led to less red

No one was fooled.

No one was dead.

Here’s a tweet

7/19/18

Here’s a tweet

For the guy in the Oval Office seat:

You delight in making things worse

Putin laughingly drives the hearse.

A Wasteland you make...

T.S. would have said of B.S. you are full

Gullible masses you use to make everyone into jackasses

A toddler out of control, a crocodile

A smiling reptile doesn’t destroy for fun’s sake

You don’t use mace in your race to the bottom to destroy education, the environment, social security, Medicare, you’ll keep going because only one Republican is forthcoming as long as they get their greedy tax cuts and play religious fanatics who hypocritically want guns

Too serious for trifling puns.

On a run, having the time of your life, not with your wife.

To humanity you would ring the death knell

Saying “Go to Hell.”

We’re there, you told your base. Get them riled and irrational

Locals and international.

Baser than the basest Bass player in your Red base states

convinced our enemies are our friends, selling us out to alien invaders.

Oh, where are the Ruth Ginsberg Baders?

The Supreme Court, our rights they abort.

Alternative facts you paper over cyber attacks

In England you insult crown and country,

Men of good will and especially women in cages that might be your next stages

Stooges three writing for the Onion couldn’t make up shittography like the pornography such out of your mouth and soulless soul comes

Some treasonous things

Swing from a tree

What do you care if it hurts as long you smile and say ’It’s not me.’

Tweet away president of late, taking Russian bait

See what great friends they are

When under bus or car

Putin pushing you under

When your usefulness to the Kremlin abates

With the devil you will have dates.

Too long for a tweet?

Hit delete.

It's like I turn on the faucet and there it is.

7/29/18

What did he do to hurt us today?

Hooray says his base in their non-comprehending way.

“dumpf takes a dumpf”

Hold the presses!

Don’t worry about that!

He’s gotten us into new messes.

In the dumb alt right dumpfster’s

Trashing our nation,

Putting the poor on rations, cashing in from

Russian bot and Wikileaks assisted

White nationalist house residency

He and his ilk profit

Milking his so-called presidency.

skin

8/9/18

Relate to others, no need to lose or even win.

Be comfortable in my own skin.

Dumpf asks NRA

“Is it going to be Okay?”

8/3/18

On a roll on the Manhattan atoll.

Not made of reef, riff on reefer sadness

have instead a dearth of gladness

when people print out a plastic gun there’s nowhere to run.

Plastic semi-automatic rifles are no trifle.

Well it’s collusion, confusion to be sure

bore you to death.

Not enough gore.

The NRA wouldn’t get its glory that way.

But hey!

But wait the butt of a gun doesn’t report to its cohort

Ol Blue Eyes sang many a Great American Songbook Songs- Songs for his throngs of fans who danced away the hours in April Showers in Paris in The Springtime where the best things in life are free if you ain’t misbehaving or slavin’ away today to die while eating a French fry don’t cry for me Argentina I’m not a hyena in heat who needs some other kind of treat. Not a deadbeat replete with Hawaiian lei frayed nerves frazzled, dazzled porcupines in-line skating, creativity abating nonetheless

Kids killed?

You willed guns to each teacher and toddler too?

Guns don’t kill people…

your policies do.

Graft and greed to their enablers highest bid

8/3/18

It’s time to write a poem.

A silly, willy-nilly, non-Alaskan not even from Nome poem.

Not from Notre-Dame

Lame, a shame.

But shame is poison, not a fish in French

Be a Mensch.

What a stench

Pence and co.

Though, is there an award for keeping a straight face while twisting the truth in knots?

Not that it matters

while his party or what’s left of it leaves our country in tatters.

Scatter… plot thickens

would have said Dickens “what the...”

Chickens betrays our nation.

All our president’s family and all of his men couldn’t put one over on-

Well maybe they could.

Maybe they did.

Graft and greed to their enablers highest bid.

set me free

8/5/18

Patience, true

prized by few

How I bristled.

How I whistled!

Back from underbrush and thistle…

How could a person who has done the work

studied, practiced

waited for forever never get it right?

I am so endlessly uptight.

anywhere

8/7/18

A compulsion to share

Invites criticism from anywhere.

to a rock.

A star does not exist to a rock.

Do I have writer’s block?

I think: Knock, knock

Who’s there? baby doc Kilkdaire?

 Wearily, wearily

8/7/18

I’ve got better things to do, you know.

Like watch fungus grow.

Rappers have influenced mine ears, my Seussian rhyme.

Doing time in my beat, in my book, a good hook

Creative stuff floods my brain

Wearily, wearily in my day, try lidocaine?
The fool near the pool

8/7/18

The fool near the pool sitting on a

Kitchen stool pigeon out of the kitchen’s frying pan into the kitchens’ witch-in fire breathing

Hypnotic, probiotic, anti-inflammatory dumpfian dumps amber amberat, not from pussycats, actually from rats of which he is the top flip flop act 

Tubers, timorous metastasizing Tumor’s rumors alternative facts propaganda machine will never come clean; their goal:

To take, to steal to destroy the public weal.

We’ll heal. Don’t deal.

They have no feel for the people they cheat

Entertaining with reality show glltz, treating them like so much dead dear meat drinking Schlitz, “if the shoe fits…” trusting they will fold being short on gold.

Iran, Korea del Norte, as evil as Juan Pablo Duarte was good.

Boys from the Hood. He was a visionary, a hero, a liberal thinker.

Our leader: a dirty-tricks, petty, condescending, smiling when not terrorizing stinker.

He served not in our armed forces

Served not our country of course

Too busying playing on the golf courses.

Interests of a foreign power

direct from their cellphone tower.

An infantile toddler overgrown unrestrained-we complained.

Cheeseburgers and Chinese food for health are not that good.

Says he’s the healthiest of any president.

The reign of the resident of House White:

his mind bent on a unitary presidency—put up a fight.

dumpf’s infantile proclamations encourage hostile projectiles

Fight for what is right on say the brothers and sisters in churches come hither.

Dither not. Write it white hot.

Trot leftovers to aunt Sylvia, Matilda and Janice and aunt Hilda

while stirring the pot with our hardly polyglot sot in the seat of Crete

The Cretan wary of eatin’ dairy said aunt Mary off to the barber so as not to be so hairy.

Nary a word from William Bryd. Not an ancestor of Charlie Parker nor of Nestor though words do fester. Hester Street Whores galore aren’t good enough for dumpf to hump.

Nothing to say; save it for another day.

Just kidding… just harmless word play.

not fife

8/8/18

Did I waste my life, playing bassoon not fife?

… No, just ask my wife.

Write without drink?

What would Gladwell say?

Blink?

Internal machines

8/9/18

Silt of my shame:

The criticisms are the same.

Silt, I built to a filtered, wilted extent.  What I meant:

cognitive distortion

out of proportion:

sudden release from contortion:

Let those painful

Memories from the shore,

set sail, rail no more

at the unsung moon

horrendously cartooned

festooned

unneeded silt of my shame,

myopic guilt, silt metamorphosizes from roach to encroach on

memorable mountainous metal.

My fountain, my eternal youth,

a blue hue of greens and functional

internal machines.

Reading this poem a year later, I wonder, did it inspire my story “The Sixth Machine?”

That story is the climax of my collection of short stories, all of which relate to at least one other of my stories and or other works.

putting myself down

8/12/18

Putting myself down:

Frowns abound… I taught them to laugh at me.

That I can see.

Enough…

Stand tall.

That’s my call.

trademark?

8/13/18

No question I feel better, forgetting self-hatred and despair when I create.

Bass, off base, basically a borderline befuddled bassoonist lets bygones be gone.

Up the right tree barking

Mustangs mustering courage starkly starting

Rejoining humanity without hubris formerly my trademark sparking

Sparing sparring jarringly ajar come hither, you’ve come this far.

Do I Have Anything to Say?

9/20/18

Will I ever learn?

Can I help Beth?

Can get out of her way?

Can fire Nery?

Do I have anything to say?

You can say that again…

‘that.’

True blue

9/20/18

Trust. Beth and students do not trust me. Do I trust myself? How can I learn better self-control? The eightfold noble path. Right intention. Maybe start simpler with again giving up processed sugar.

Right mind. This is evolving. Why am I so greedy? Is it because I am so needy? Is this true? What do I need? I need more time or days maybe even weeks or months without anyone commenting much less criticizing me.

Urgent?

Evelyn can’t see it. I couldn’y explain.

Beautiful Beth… before my life runs out, I would like to be more natural, have a comfortable connection with someone.

Labor of love? Do I have any passions left? A few.

Unhappy that I didn’t appreciate Beth when she was even more beautiful.

Even though I have my issues with Beth, I would like to help her. She feels hurt, resentful and angry.

What do you want?

9/20/18

Leave early, come back late.

It’s not about hate.

I- we are not thriving together.

If it is all my fault, then I am incapable of learning how to do better.

Do you want to wait until after you retire, or do you want to try a trial separation now?

You are hurt, resentful, angry.

I am flattened.

Who knows?

10/17/18

Talent?

Who knows?

Probably some.

Skills?

Some.

Anything to say?

I’ve said that already!

Even that I’ve said before.

Snore….

Oh what a bore.

Got anything else in store?

Don’t be in a rage.

Read the next page…

The store

6/10/19

Beth is resentful and angry.

Resentful because I don’t cook and clean more.

After kitchen cleaning, I made a dinner, but she wanted something else from the store.

40 years

6/10/19

If you’ve been doing something for 40 years

Through good days and months of tears

And still haven’t figured it out

It probably is about you doing it wrong.

The long-expected achievement date for this type of song

Is, well...

Never.

There was a young maid

8/15/19

There was a young maid

A staid young maid with hair in a braid.

This staid young maid with hair in a braid did not want to get waylaid jumping from topic to Coptic topic not even by a Buddhist philanthropic.

Perhaps in the Cancer of Tropic

A Capricorn born yesterday approaches that question this way:

Was she afraid of two poems about love?

From above she felt the pelt of a smelt.

Woody Allen thought he smelled a smelt, so he dealt a low blow of love

Above the belt barely

Quite contrary for a Bavarian octogenarian.

Fairly decent was his proposal of friendship, humor

Good ice cream, women in bars one more thing to fear would land him behind bars driving away in an unmarked car, he didn’t get far before thoughts returned to lust just before he got on a bus avoiding getting busted he trusted his instincts asking his shrink, ‘What do you think?’

‘Boy oh boy, this is the real McCoy, the right way to use therapy,’ said shrink all snappy.

Happy he decided not to jump from the bluff, on the cliff, off the cuff he told a reporter named Biff: his friend in the market, a shorter, not a cap gun or crap shooter or Hoover’s hooter. Not a losing looter, we met behind bars after seeing stars that night he was in an atypical fight. Wasn’t right to bite at the bait of racially tinged hate returning to his date wondering if she was his true mate at this late date. Kate or Kathy or Kim  -definitely not Jim- his prospects seemed dim when on a whim he met the staid, braided young lady who studied anachronistically with Carl Gustav Jung, then younger, they read into the unconscious subconscious couldn’t tell his Id from his ego making his way back from Montenegro. Peeling grapes, nuzzling her nape overheated in Naples elbowing church-going people feeling like a creep his mind refusing to sleep.

‘Very deep’ said shrink writing notes in nonerasable ink.

Good old tectonic shifts blindsided by mindfulness you can find crossing a line is offensive when defensive, apprehensively alarmed, charmed away from the lady maid ostracized for her oversized ostrich plume and her tuna on rye melt...

‘Oy gevelt!’

Fencing with Pence

8/15/19

The fence, not an idea from Pence

Hence the great leader lacking in sense.

commoners on pyres

Athena’s revenge spread to Stonehenge.

Remote places now cliché.

Today we say Easter Island as if it were a stop on the F train.

John Wayne lived the life of guns macho

popularizing killing getting top billing as head honcho.

Charlton Heston may he be restin’ from Westerns.

Ancient kings dumped commoners on funeral pyres.

Like dumpf, were they also manipulative liars?

really good

8/16/19

Fame has not been my game.

Nor mom’s

and
she was a really good artist.

 Ken’s blend

8/16/19

Social Intelligence is not belligerence.

It is not getting pissed off being dense.

Ken’s blend coffee

Dump the grinds from loft E

In the dumpster

Dumpf preaching violence, hatred and intolerance are just so much belligerent unfriendly amenities rending our social fabric in ways unintelligent.

Destroying us from within by convincing the fearful to be more afraid,

dumpf has his military parade

Stealing even our most unifying Independence Day for his own personal glory not

Honorably intelligent, not social

What a plundering plot for his upcoming spots commercial!

A fluke, a flake and a karma drake

A Buddha behind a bird

His word, his actions

Inspired

Many hired Drake, the singer.

Ducking from fame the same frame of mind

karma is different from dharma neither would alarm her

don’t act on words about birds though a fluke is a fish not necessarily by accident.

Am I floundering?

‘Now is always available and a good thing too’

sang another drake flying into the blue.

Sweet

8/16/19

My anger knows no bounds.

Do I write of Cerberus or other hounds?

A little extreme this meme of mine.

Turpentine team in time Turrentine tenor sax, Stanley will you relax?!

These are the facts.

Not alternative, not expletive

Derivative, repetitive blowing off steam

A loner in a dream car, a loner, leaner, somewhat cleaner on the dashboard, speedometer radio blasting baseball guys hitting singles...

pretending to be Homer makes you tingle.

already done in a pop song.

It’s in the air, reusing the past.

Mixology mixing drinks

Work out kinks, create a new link, create a new creative creation myth.

Meditate; it’s late.

Bedtime story, nothing gory.

rules out most movies and literature.

Myths for kids for toddlers two.

Math: Mary had two little iambs a poem it made.

When she got older, she wanted to get... but then was afraid.

Mythology, a source for comics:

Superman, Thor others who get to be a -boredom strikes

Entertaining tykes, older folks too.

Larry White is right as often as night, but Martha right often more;

they separated, divorced of course but why? His second try.

Don’t despair of loving care I would like to give Beth when for a drink and dinner we meet.

Sweet.

out of bed

I said, “A deep dive into my internal family system is what I need.”

Bleed no more

the cure is not worse than the disease.

Please take heart.

Better late than a date with death.

Why is suicide the National anti-pride?

Do I confide too much?

I don’t want to die.

Many others are so defeated they see no way to be self-treated.

There’s so much work to be done.

Not always fun.

Get to it.

Get on with making the world a better place.

A little bit better not an arms race.

Not my responsibility to do it all.

Impossible anyway. That call...

that said it is my responsibility to get out of bed.

the false god of perfectionism

…Is there more to say?

A lousy little turd

Met a Russian and a Kurd.

First, they ate fish

Delish as they hadn’t had a morsel

Of course, elbow pasta would have been basta.

a cold tomb

the coldest room

many years earlier, a bright-eyed groom.

machinery begins to hum

poetry of despair

Lifted me from not caring

Daring me to re-enter the human race

A pace, alas and a lock to put on a frock

Rocking to a different drum

I begin again to hum.

in fashion

What would make me feel alive?

Strive less?

Feeling comfortable with Beth, Jesse and Jess?

Self-control

Competence

Better priorities

Compassion

These are always in fashion.

learning something

Sadness predominates

Of late it rates near fates of an Australian waitress and her mates,

Countless other primates including humans pre and post-dates.

Who hates hats worn by incoming bats?

That’s a sad tale of how I sabotaged my best efforts at that natty school.

It shall not be named.

It framed my unhappy middle years in confused, self-loathing tears half hidden by beers and other petty addictions not helping afflictions mine.

Couldn’t shine, couldn’t learn.

Why?

Plying this question doth burn my hide.

Wounded pride is only part.

Not even a good start.

Be less highbrow.

Learn something… now.

blinking red

The charismatic rabble rouser has been winning

Thinning the fortunes of his base ironic. 

Short of a shift tectonic,

Fairness and truth may not get a lift.

Maybe an uber. Maybe they’ll subsist on potatoes or other tubers.

Their party has been stacking the odds in their favor for years

The gears may have shifted in Ohio when jerrymandering extreme

Was ruled too far from our Founding Fathers’ dreams.

Their goal of enriching themselves and amassing power justified to them their dishonest and cruel means.

Is there no hope for a civilized society?

Most people are people-people to some extent.

Social gatherings, community not just for Lent.

God and country, fears stoked

Racist, economic evoked.

The evil provoked is blamed on the innocent and those who are in fact trying to help.

Greed wins.

Evil triumphs- even the villain in The Avengers had a decency to him in his deluded thinking.

The democratic message is not just hope but the clock’s timer is blinking red.

The anger needs to quiet.

or sorrow

1/29/19

perpetual pain

in sun or rain.

Disdain not this prime of life heated hot.

Drudgery, budget misery,

save a little for the morrow

no day is complete without a little remnant of defeat or sorrow.

Cognizant of cognitive distortion:

A more confident, comfortable portion.

Compassion fatigue.

2/11/19

Silly sides of Sarah slide sleeplessly, slowly sifting stressed shadowed straw-polling strapless subways’ sometime straphangers.

Seeing Seattle’s simultaneously singing, supporting seemingly senseless

dadas of post neo-Dadaists drawn down dutifully directly diametrically MoMA

She left her mama meandering melancholically, methodically, mechanically, morosely.

Moreover the best Theos can’t learn from me, Marcin- and that girl who played clarinet, many others- “Give up teaching,” said Gene who now calls himself Eugene. Anger: too many moving parts.

Hindustani ragtime riffs riffling religiously rightly row the Seussian sousaphones siphoning sycophants sibilantly sourly singly Simon says, “I’m failing these kids.” Yes, I get high ratings. Why? At the same time they marginalize me. Andre said our relationship was better till he gave me the last “You gotta laugh.” Good advice, I wish I could have taken it- felt like e tu Brute?

Be compassionate first with myself.

Compassion fatigue.

I am out of my league.

Silly poem time

8/20/18

Silly poem time my Ice cream nightly treat.

Take the heat during the day

At night a little word play.

Hey why not?

A flash of a middle school pleasant memory in the band room.

No cymbals or drums going ka-boom.

Not too many people there.

I didn’t care.

Maybe just me.

I felt comfortably free.

Curiosity:

No one in sight.

I wasn’t uptight till I start thinking of a compulsion to be great.

If I could only wait.

Now have waited, have done exercises endless and lost…

the music at what extraordinary personal cost.

Better than a know-nothing

8/21/18

The world is falling apart.

Work on meaningless types of self-improvement? 

Better than another symphony with endless movements

Or a copycat Nibelungen ring.

All in all, better than doing no thing.

Just ‘cuz.

8/25/18

“Nothing,” John said as they bled him from the head,

Bangladesh torture his life, his liberty did he forfeiture bled but not dead.

American smokestacks more free,

freer to bellow poison into our air

we have no choice but to breath.

Seethe all I like putting finger in a dike.

Rate hikes

electrical spikes

life is good as long as I don’t venture past the neighborhood.

Good for me not so much for brothers and sisters

endless kills, twitter resisters

Your call: be on the ball.

Others lead who don’t bleed as prolifically, apologetically, apoplectically, prophetically. Antithetically jazz musicians are clever.

I give power away wishing it were only yesterday.

Somber, darker more hopeless- despairing, hardly caring.

Enveloped in enveloping layers of nay-sayers.

John Mayor probably didn’t sing of mayor John Lindsay

charisma of dumpf let alone a skunk or a skink: think back to Woody’s pink mink bought in an ice rink for an affair rinky-dink-dink. What do you think?

Thou thinkest du. Who? You!

Sermon to the Birds, San Francisco, Franciscan Friars not liars.

Speaking of liars:

Don’t edit.

Just Tweet- in the heat.

That’s what our glorious leader does.

Why?

To get a buzz?

Just ‘cuz.

My butt doth hurt

8/25/18

My butt doth hurt

From sitting at the computer inert.

A Philadelphia Queen

8/25/18

A Philadelphia Queen displayed endless spleen

Practicing for the sacred night of Halloween while

“You bet” that Alaskan pol was one sexy gun moll.

Root-tootin’ she killed a bear just like Putin.

Not so rare if you have the flair.

All Souls Day of the Dead

Better that night to stay in bed.

Instead he said “Fred, get out the lead; get out of bed; get ahead doing good work.

Be less of a jerk.

Utterly useless is this life without the right kind of strife.

“It cuts as a knife,” said Mahler, “in his breast,”

in a language my wife doth detest.

A dose of compassion, two of artistic daily ration, three pinches of the romantic

otherwise my heart sinks in the cold Atlantic.

All told. Break from the fold of which I never felt a constituent part.

Where goeth my art?

Apart from my cohort, Dad kept me close.

No Icarus would I be nor fall from high tree.

With trimmed wing, could not sing - now voicing my voice

I have emotional choice.

Not always bleak. Bert, Gert, Herbert and Putin went a shootin’.

Bears a hootin’

the Alaskan pol/ slash gun rights moll wasn’t much of a vice presidential candidate but did stir up hate, was bait for political circus omnibus covered wagon hiding laws and amendments.

Sometimes we’re alert:

political pols, shills for NRA

with our lives do they play.

Spike

8/26/18

Politics isn’t the only reason for my depressed, repressed, obsessed, self-sabotaging in my lodging in bed all day,

eating breakfast on a tray.

If this is my heyday,

not a June or Mayday

maybe I’ll take a nap on burlap

or sip the sap while using an App.

Snap out of this claptrap trap.

Do it tomorrow at the latest.

Now would be the greatest.

Find a way to help people see reality, not getting reality TV scars barring all but Bill Barr who wants to tar our time for all time to see.

The dumpfian busy bees tell the masses they’ll get a better life in the afterlife.

Take a hike Mike and Donald.

You are barking up a hurtful tree

Artists help, including Spike Lee.

nothing new to say

8/29/18

I have nothing new to say yet feel like writing.

Dumpf is biting…

inciting violence, destroying trade, farmland, democracy, environment, health care...

for his red-red base exciting…

As Thomas Friedman says “save your breath... just get out the vote.”

Beth and me?

8/29/18

Beth and me?

Find a show for us to see.

look the other way, pols

8/29/18

Pedicure, head cure

a head of the curvaceous esthetician

At least she’s not a politician.

Don’t bray.

Maybe pray?

My head hurts.

Can’t sleep for ruminative blurts.

Play golf like our glorious leader?

A la Matrix, would he make a decent space heater?

Nah, bad energy.

Look the other way, pols.

Quick!

Oh you missed it: heal the planet.

What you didn’t plan it?

Oh pathetic dumpfian pols heading to disastrous shoals!

Will your careers join his in the dumpster?

All hail the chief on his way to jail.

Even some republicans see there is climate change/ global heating.

Did even one of you bring this up in a meeting?

Oh pathetic pols!

There were some worthy goals.

Apple Soup

8/30/18

Apple Dill Chilled Soup to nutso

Here we go

Toe the line

Tote that barge

Lift that bale

Nailed to the wall:

dumpf: hail heil at least once in a while.

He’ll tell us he quieted the crowd, that he shut down the chant.

Can’t believe a word after his gloating 13 second smirking silent supportive rant.

He loses his mind taking his base for a joy ride.

Should we fight or hide?

Be not spectators.

It is our inalienable right to overthrow a dictator

curious and sometimes internally furious… WHAT!!!

Back to Apple soup.

Feed it to the troupes.

Apple soup is not as far as I know served in the

Amazons burning where a flute is music not for drinking Brut

Our glorious leader we must salute…

Salute the brute

Then sip Brut, luxuriating with rich, made from the top zero point oh oh one percent

Of the apples meant for market, oh what a thrill that chilled Apple soup.

sufficiently sound

8/31/18

holding my ground

understated,

appropriate

sufficiently sound.

the notion of our nation

8/31/18

“Romney’s Hair” to quote Danny.

His wit is uncanny.

Feel my oats:

Get out the votes.

My social skills would turn people away.

Okay

My past comes to mind.

Did I have to be so blind?

Do nuns protest guns?

Do protests do anything?

If so, who does it best? Lest I forget:

The NRA is arming the nest- civil warriors. Is the end near?

Will they attack from the rear?

With our Secretary of Education promoting guns in schools,

what fools will think more peace will ensue?

True, more reds like this than those who are blue.

A few working for a foreign power want us dead.

Dumpf & co. lie with abandon.

They rig the fight, blame the victims,

can’t even define solipsism.

What kind of light

a healthy, curious, fair minded unblighted intellectual fight

would yield an unselfish-righteous might?

The right kind of government, not of left or right

Meditate on the notion of our nation

Learn from the Beat Generation,

Allan Ginsberg, many had a beard, all weird

hair the musical from a later date had to wait for its own time again then there was

Romney’s Hair to quote Danny.

His wit is uncanny.

A fresh face

9/1/18

Even a foxy foxhole babe can’t deny dumpf’s diminishing dimensions political

For once, not hypocritical?

End the disgrace:

Hasten help to those in need

even if they are of another creed.

happy to admit not knowing facts

5/15/18

Giuliani happy to admit not knowing facts,

Doesn’t care either about unnatural acts. A toothy toady for trump and co. A real ho’.

A pandering, spineless worm of a sycophant.

An elephant a better memory has

Says Chaz, who’d give him a razz and one for Mike Pence who keeps his mouth shut, has a bad feel in his gut, not a nut but looking presidential while plotting evil

Kinevil jumped over flaming tires.

Wires, eavesdrop, oh that was Nixon, another republican prize. Flies in the face of decency, remember Roy Cohen and the McCarthy blacklisting of talented Americans. Ruined lives- overly public, not hermetic. Not a little anti-Semitic. Other days, other times.

Now we are to ponder our current president’s crimes.

Logic upside down

while Pence plans to convert homosexual teens-can’t tolerate his homophobia, Penciled in Pence for Prez.

We’d prefer a lez.   

Back to prince Giuliani,

wasn’t so great as “America’s Mayor” putting the command center in the Twin Towers, at least he didn’t sleep with Jennifer Flowers or get Trump’s whores to perform showers. He rarely glowers when his boss has him cower -who knows what makes up his chains. Are those old refrains?

What does Rudy owe the Donald?

Duck! Could be a bunch of muck, just his luck to get out from under the truculence of the mass manipulator, anti-regulator, backwards Robin-hood, populace re-educator, photo-op

Destroyer destroying education, poisoning the atmosphere, polluting the seas, bringing mankind to its knees,

Honor and country hypocrite, heinous in his fat old heart.

“In perfect health,” the smallest of his many lies, daily the alternative facts thick as flies. See you later... crocodile... crock of...

It doesn’t matter what you do or what you say as long as you pander to the lowest common flock. Sock it to ‘em... make it safe for crazies to carry a gun, kill kids and run,

Then while they’re not looking take away their healthcare and give the dough to the rich, which no, who not only don’t need it but feed it to the market which could crash leaving us poor suckers

destitute but hey the man in power building a wall, wasting our money, it really isn’t funny but they don’t sour on our great leader you should rot in a Mexican jail or better yet enjoy some serious water sport, water boarding a legacy of Bush who like you started wars on a rush

Limbaugh is he still spewing his rot?

Not, I hope

In god do we trust till this country goes bust.

All good if you believe science is a dirty word.

Politicians, for the birds, self serving yet we elect ‘em patrician, might as well be mass morticians.

The Magna Carta of 1215 promised swift justice nothing in between. Maybe we’re still mulling it over. Robert hurry up. Prosecute the looting kleptocracy

They’re destroying more than democracy.

Maybe our county needs a do-over without Russhin ’ into an election.

Need a better selection

Of honorable men, women with a ken of knowledge bigger than a bigot’s pot belly up predict our former friends and allies, insult the ones we need, burn bridges, coddle dictators and mass manipulators.

First Amendment guarantees free speech unless it incites violence. Trump doesn’t know or care that he violates this all the time...

Only one of the things he says on his dime.

Urged his NRA buddies take care of the election if he lost. Wow holy cow.

Why was he not convicted of that? But that’s past, not now.

Third Amendment is the least contested. Unless Donald wanted to be housed with your honey then it might be detested.

Fourth Amendment - no unreasonable seizures of property except by kleptomaniac anti-brainiac brainwashing chest thumping gorilla-like humping constitution destroying bozo the clown.

It does not help to simply frown.

Fifth Amendment says you can’t be convicted of the same crime twice or more but you can suffer from the great leader’s crimes many times for sure.

Sixth Amendment guarantees a trial by jury. Let the evil men in power feel the fury.

Twenty-seven ratified amendments to the Constitution, the first ten The Bill of Rights,

The Ten Commandments, The Ten Plagues, The Ten, the movie. But we digress.

Giuliani and Trump have us in a mess.