Archive for December, 2013

Tuesday, December 31st, 2013


from Flirts in Skirts

Scene: The closet in a man’s closet.

Bud: That’s a very fine evening gown.
Jed: Yes, it’s dress up day at work.
Bud: You are beguiling, but in an unsettling way.
Jed: This is nothing. You should see what I’m wearing underneath.
Bud: I shudder to imagine. Also, I have a question. You can perhaps guess what it is.
Jed: As ever, guesswork is outside my skill set.
Bud: I was wondering what Betty would make of it.
Jed: This is Betty’s gown. But they are Coco’s under-things. They are such sexually mischievous girls. This was their idea.
Bud: Sexually mischievous girls with ideas are the invention of Satan. He invented them at the same time as sleepless nights and the torment of desires that can never be properly sated. And then he threw in free and easy-to-find pornography on the internet just to make the point.
Jed: I didn’t think this was my colour, but Betty says pink loves me.
Bud: You are a man testing the limits of belief.

Monday, December 30th, 2013


This deemed sort of whatever
Although nobody was listening
A pink bouquet above the ears

Sunday, December 29th, 2013


Chinese boy on the bus
Reading The Great Gatsby
On his Kindle
And falling asleep

Saturday, December 28th, 2013


It was all rumour and Danish pastries then sleep and safety vanished with a stifled yawn from a so-called admirer.

Friday, December 27th, 2013


Shadows cast at night
Because they were all aglow
Gone to the bad

An abbreviated possession
Approaching finale
From the past like air

Thursday, December 26th, 2013


There are no intentions
Just line after another line
Something between argument and sleep

Wednesday, December 25th, 2013


Everyone knows how to right
See it out
See it out
Although there are tensions

Tuesday, December 24th, 2013


All the grace of a bear
Deemed inessential
Going who knows where

A voice from along the corridor
Disembodied sincerity
All the elegance of a gnu

Monday, December 23rd, 2013


This quality of poorer air
As if to be alive is only that
Black coat and matching hat

Sunday, December 22nd, 2013


from Flirts in Skirts

Scene: the bottom of a man’s cage.

Bud: I just found a bunch of girl’s under-things in the laundry I was going to do. Where did they come from?
Jed: Here and there.
Bud: I’ll wash them separately on a delicates cycle.
Jed: You’re a peach.
Bud: It looked like they did not all belong to the same girl. Some were petite while others were on the large side, to put it mildly.
Jed: You’re right, Sherlock. I’m a great fan of Little and Large. And I am happy to say I’m not picky, either. My lady friends come in all shapes and sizes.
Bud: Lady friends in all shapes and sizes are the invention of Satan. He invented them when he wanted to find out if there was a line men would not cross, and when he found out there was no such line he was so pleased he left them to reproduce ad infinitum.
Jed: You didn’t happen to see a latex man pouch in amongst those things did you? I seem to have misplaced mine.
Bud: You are Baboonaman.