Saturday, January 31, 2009

Ode to Bob


I feel silly, oh so silly
I feel just like a blonde headed ditz.
'Cause I'm living
With a certain old Kaplowitz

I feel cookoo
Like the Jew, who
Has twelve copies of Il Trovatore
And I bet you
That today he will buy twelve more

Who's that crazy Jew in that wheelchair there
Who could that op'ratic Jew be?

Such a glassy stare
Such a grizzly chin
Such a golden mouth
Such an evil grin

It's our Bobby, yes our Bobby
It's our fav'ritest Bob Kaplowitz
But I still
Kinda feel like a blonde headed ditz.

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

A Bugle Call


"Oh, That's who that is." I said to he.
Pointing, pointedly.
"No," he sighed
And then replied,
"The one you're thinking of is me."

"Well, well." I cheered and slapped him on the back.
"The victory today is all thanks to you."
He sighed again and looked down at his feet.
As if some consternation was stuck upon his shoe.
At last he said, "I meant to sound retreat
But instead I called attack."

Saturday, January 24, 2009

Reading Assignment


Frankenstein is a monster.
The man, not the monster.
Frankenstein.
He is a monster.

The monster's a monster too
But that's nothing new.

The sequel!


For some reason, this crops funny on our blog, so I'd expand it or click over to youtube to watch.

Thursday, January 22, 2009

Poor Samuel, on his twenty-third birthday, September 25, 2006


"I'm still here." I said,
Clenching my right fist
As if to assure myself that such was the case.

"Please nod your head
If you can hear this."
And I waved an expectant hand before his face.

"Yes. But why are you
Not leaving me be?"
He asked, not blinking, nothing moving but his lips.

And then something new
just occurred to me.
He had just been blinded by the solar eclipse.

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Mother #3


"Certainly,"
She said,
Avoiding the subject,
"One must consider the issues."
With such profundity and zeal
That she almost convinced herself.

Friday, January 2, 2009

the Problem


the Problem with France is its got frogs
the Problem with canines is they're dogs
the Problem with swine is they're just hogs
the Problem with machines, too few cogs
the Problem with caves, they're full of trogs
the Problem with 'Bama, all the bogs
the Problem with trees is that they're logs
the Problem with Google Reader is it pisses me off when you can read all those posts without having to comment on the blogs.