Thursday, December 23, 2021

Presents 2 (Now With Free Vaccines!)

 


        Candy Cane Hard and Snowball Soft Holiday Mix, Vol.4 (Spotify)

 

1. Welcome Christmas - Mannheim Steamroller

2. The Wexford Carol - James Galway

3. O Tannenbaum - Nat King Cole

4. Shake Up Christmas - Train

5. Hanukkah, O Hanukkah - Barenaked Ladies

6. Mele Kalikimaka (Merry Christmas) - Bing Crosby, The Andrews Sisters

7. Christmas (Baby Please Come Home) - Darlene Love

8. When It Snows - Jim Brickman, Geoff Bird

9. The Boar's Head - The Chieftans

10. "7" The Kwanzaa Song - Kwanzaa Gospel Chorus

11. Merry Christmas - Ed Sheeran, Elton John

12. Sleigh Ride - Michael Allen Harrison

13. Santa Claus Is Coming To Town - Dave Valentin

14. My Only Wish (This Year) - Britney Spears

15. In The Bleak Mid Winter - Beth McLaughlin

16. Have You Heard - The Irish Rovers

17. Wassail Song - Katy Hill, Alexandra Kidgell, et al.

18. I'll Be Home For Christmas - Steve Perry

19. Butter (Holiday Remix) - BTS

20. Sir Roger de Coverley - The Ghosts of Christmas Past

21. Last Christmas - She & Him

22. Santa Claus Is Comin' To Town - Dave Koz

23. Twinkly Lights - Bob's Burgers, et al.

24. Jingle Bells - The Barking Dogs

25. Wonderful Christmastime - Pentatonix

26. Winter - Joshua Radin

27. Happy, Happy Christmas - Ingrid Michaelson

28. This Christmas - Donny Hathaway

29. Pas De Deux - Narada Nutcracker 

30. Suo Gan - John Williams (from the Empire Of The Sun original soundtrack )

31. Auld Lang Syne - Reel Big Fish


DB/12.2021


Have a safe and super-spectacular holiday season, everyone! See you next year!🎅⭐🎄🔔



Wednesday, December 8, 2021

Tilburg Dromen (Tilburg Dreaming)


 
 

 

 
 


young man mad about...

 

there
they
are 
all
in 
one
place 

im

Sommerfaire


the J'Accuse'd 
from the 
Brockenharz?
 
no
    ducks
in
   stools
hier

 

no steel machines
                                    rendering up
                                      all the
                                      torn/untorn
                        (before we were born)
 
                                        mines
                                        supine 
                                        'til
                                        on flesh
                                        they
                                             dine

Tilburg
(no-go for day-glo)
 
 
they
leach
  out
the sun 
thru
schooner
whiteclouds
 
bristles in the wind
(awnstruck)
pelts in the grass
 
 
we love them 
          no less
 
kill the pink
 
                        BREAK!
 
"we
are
gathered
here 
toooooo-"
 
slip the 
           skins
of the
hers  and  shes
&
bump the 
           fists 
of all
    the 
        hes

luvvum 
    no less
 
 
shes
please
please
          me 
 
 
we'll kiss fair
we pinky swear 
 
&
i'll
seek the keys
    to some
                 heart-
                 mines 


 
ono!
 
herfst komt!
a
handsome
      woman,
                    sensibly 
     dressed
arrives
&
cackles
&
blurts out 
her 
sere
black
tongue
 
hikes up
her 
     skirt
woven of  
dead
         frozen
leaves,

reedy
 grass 

&
acorn
caps

& w/ a
cold 
      blast
             

from her
         poon
        
 
flurries the fields
                 clean
of the 
    fiery awns!
 
drives them
all 
all
all
away!


&
that fucky
       fucky
          old
             sun

 
just 
  
(ughhnn!)
 
 
laaauughs




DB/10.2021








Thursday, November 25, 2021

Former Pres. Trump Pardons Frozen Turkeys


 

Apey

PALM BEACH, FLA.-Former president Donald Trump pardoned two frozen Thanksgiving turkeys dubbed 'Butter' and 'Ball' in his private office at Mar-a-Lago on Wednesday. He then lamented that "being robbed of doing this ceremony with live turkeys has been one of the worst things ever to happen to this country apart from my being unfairly cheated of my victory in the 2020 presidential election by the dishonest Socialist Communist Democrats and their disloyal Republican allies." The thawing turkeys were then quickly removed from the former president's desk and will be raffled off for the Thanksgiving dinners of two needy millionaire families.


DB/11.16.2021

 
Again, The Onion, top that!

Happy Thanksgiving, all! Bon appetit!🍗🍷

Saturday, October 30, 2021

HAPPY HELL-O-WEEN!! BOOOO!! 2021 Mix (Spotify)


 

 

1. Prelude (from 'Psycho' (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack) - Bernard Hermann

2. Danse Macabre - Camille Saint-Saens, Slovak Radio Symphony Orchestra

3. Monster Mash - Bobby "Boris" Pickett, The Crypt Keepers 

4. Mr. Crowley - Ozzy Osbourne

5. Monster Run - Bad Lip Reading

6. Spooky - Classics IV

7. The Great Pumpkin Waltz - Vince Guaraldi

8. Hush Hush Hush Here Comes the Bogey Man - Henry Hall and His Orchestra

9. Ghostbusters - Ray Parker Jr.

10. Halloween Parade - Lou Reed

11. Forgotten, Fossilized, Archaic - Autumn's Grey Solace

12. Dracula's Wedding - Outkast, Kelis

13. The Purple People Eater - Sheb Wooley

14. The Devil Went Down to Georgia - The Charlie Daniels Band

15. Peer Gynt, Op.23: IV. In the Hall of the Mountain King - Edvard Grieg,
                                                     Andrew Davis, Philharmonia Orchestra 

16. Halloween Theme (Main Title) - John Carpenter

17. Jack the Ripper - Morrissey

18. Welcome to My Nightmare - Alice Cooper

19. Mysterious Mose - R Crumb and His Cheap Suit Serenaders

20. Crystal - Mannheim Steamroller

21. Happy Halloween - The Blanks

22. I Love You So Much (It's Scary) - Bob's Burgers, et al.

23. Hell Hole - Spinal Tap

24. This is Halloween - Danny Elfman (Nightmare Before Christmas)

25. Spooks - Louis Armstrong, Gordon Jenkins & His Orchestra

26. Strange Days - The Doors

27. Thriller - Michael Jackson

28. The Phantom Of The Opera - Gaylord Carter

29. Evil Midnight (Danse Macabre) - Apollo 100, Tom Parker

30. Ghostly Music Box - Haunted Mansion

31. Tubular Bells (Pt.2) - Mike Oldfield



DB/10.2021
 
 
Happy Halloween, all!🎃👻 💀                  



Wednesday, October 27, 2021

Pearl in Her Cup


 

To drink
a Woman's kisses,
wholly giv'n,
to savor
her dulcet rims,
to see in her jewelled eyes 
an exultation
("YESYESYES!!!")
and from the writhing 
pearl in her cup
a screaming 
("YESYESYES!!!")
is to drink
and also to know
that one may 
revisit that cup
many times
and never feel
the urge
to
piss.


DB/10.18.2021




Friday, September 17, 2021

American Iran


 

 

sand

(check)

oil 

(cheque)

fundie fascism

(Czech)

dead women...

 

dead women?... 


DB/9.17.2021

 

 

Tuesday, August 31, 2021

Photographie I



 


  
Cowboy Poseur (Readymade #1)
 
 

 

 

 
 
 
 
 
 
  
Lumieres de Noel

 
 
 
 
 
 
Rosette
 
 
 
 Rosette illuminee avec bougie
 
 
 
 
 
  
Accident?
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Reflektion
 



 
Fleisch und Traumen
(oder, Ein Schatz mit Schatzen)
(Danke fur die susse Traumen, Kaycie!)
 
 
 
 
 
 
Victor Hugo: Hey, Ven, it's the first of the month, 
my turn for the Mardi Gras beads and window seat!
Venus de Milo: Ah, no, no, Victor, please, I'm not ready yet! A little longer!
VH (grumbling): Fine. (pause) Say, you know about Les Miserables, right, Ven?
VdM: That humongous, depressing tome of yours they made into a (sniffles) really stirring musical? Of course!
VH: Well, m'dear, it just so happens that yours truly can also be musically inclined as well as literarily gifted.
VdM: Oh so? 
VH: Oui! I'm creating a musical based on none other than my own 'Hunchback of Notre Dame'! I've already come up with a smash hit number for it, too! Wanna hear the title, Ven?
VdM: Sure, why not.
VH: Brace yourself! I call it 'Little Knell, Quasimodo's Favorite Bell'! Get it? Clever, eh? What do you think of that?
VdM: I call it rather unap-PEAL-ing, Victor. What do you think of that?
VH: Unap-PEAL-ing! Ho ho, you're funny, you are, Ven! A laugh riot! But no, it's great! A bona-fide boffo smash! And can you guess how it'll begin, Ven? Can ya? How my big boffo song will begi-
VdM: Merda, just tell me, Victor!
VH (proudly): It'll begin-get this-with two minutes of ringing cathedral bells! 
VdM (confused): Wha-? 
VH: Yeah, it's real neo-avant garde stuff I'm offerin', Ven! It'll revolutionize musical theatre entirely! Wanna hear me perform it? 'Cause here I go!
VdM: Uhh...?
VH:  Ahem! DING DONG!! DING DONG!! DING DONG!! DING DONG!!
VdM: Victor?
VH: DING DONG!! DING DONG!!  DING DONG!!  DING DONG!!
VdM: Victor, please stop that!
VH: DING DONG!! DING DONG!! DING DONG!! 
VdM: VICTOR, SHUT THE HADES UP!!!
VH: DING!! Ready to give up the beads and window seat, babe?! DONG!!
VdM: Oh, more than ready now, peste! 
VH: Good, good. Thank you, ma belle Venus!
VdM: Don't flatter me! Save that for your own ego! I'm out! (She slowly moves away from VH)
 VH (hopefully): Un bacio?
(VdH stops but is icily silent.)
VH (pleading): Due baci?
(She remains immobile.)
VH (voice cracking a little): T-t-tre baci, mi amore? Per favore?
VdH (solemnly): No, Victor, no. (VH looks crestfallen until she leaps back to him, operatically)
UN MILIONE BACI!!!!
(They kiss. A lot.) 
 

 

 

VH: As they say for some reason, "Winner, winner, poulet dinner!"
VdH (off): I'll be back soon, you know?!
Rosette: And me, as well!
VH (to himself, chuckling): And I can hardly wait!

 
 
 
 
V sees you when you're sleeping,
V's standing on your roof,
V knows you think that's a dumb idea
But IDEAS ARE BULLETPROOF!
BANG!!!
 
 

 

 

And speaking of...

 


                                           American Thenardiers    
                                          (photo from Time.com)

 

To be continued...
 
DB/8.2021


Many thanks goes to Design Toscano and Basil Street Gallery of Illinois for some of the art pieces featured here.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
                                     






Friday, June 25, 2021

If These 'Dolls' Could Talk, No.3 (Aborted)



"If you ever go into a shitstorm, you'd better have a toilet paper umbrella."


               
                        IF THESE 'DOLLS' COULD TALK
                                      Number Three

                                  Dramatis Personae


ANNE BONNEY, One of the Most Notorious Badass Female Pirates Ever
MARIE ANTOINETTE, Infamous and Unjustly Maligned Queen of France
CLEOPATRA VII PHILOPATOR, Eternally Renowned and Politically Shrewd Queen of Egypt
'CLEOPATRA' BETTIE PAGE, Ubiquitous Pin-up Queen/BDSM Model Scantily Clad As Cleopatra Just Like She Is In The Graphic Novel I Own And May Show You A Picture Of It Later

                                 Subject: HARDSHIPS



CLEOPATRA VII: ...and speaking of grabbing booty, Anne, I think one of the guys goosed me the other night.

ANNE BONNEY (shocked): You're kidding! Who was it?

CLEO VII: I don't know. I felt more surprised than angry, though.

'CLEOPATRA' BETTIE PAGE: It couldn't have been my Jay-Jay. He's not that kind of man at all!
 
MARIE ANTOINETTE: I'd like to say it wasn't my Benji though he can be so saucy with the ladies anyway. Still I don't think he's too big on pinching buttocks. That's really tres gauche!

AB: Again with the French, Marie?

MA: Just wanna stay in character a little, Anne! I don't complain that you really ought to have an Irish brogue, do I?

AB: No. (sighs) Fine, I won't say another word about it.

MA (curtseying clumsily): Merci, madame!
 
'CLEO' BP: To that point, Anne, why don't you talk like a pirate like your Blackie does? You know, the standard "Arr! Yarr! Prepare ta be boarded, ye scurvy dogs or it's Davy Jones Locker fer ya! Yarrr! Yo ho ho an' a bottle o'-"

AB: Yeah, I got it, Bettie, jeez! But to answer your question it's mostly the male pirates who talk like that anyway (thank goodness). Also I truly, truly believe real pirates NEVER talked like that, ever. Also it's just really fucking annoying and cliched. So there you go.

CLEO VII: Ahem! Getting back to the gooser, ladies, I ought to say I know it couldn't have been my Alexi-poo! He'd  never-

AB: Really, Cleo? "Alexi-poo"?
 
CLEO VII (defiantly): Yes! Hey, he likes women too, you know? And we're both blue-blooded royals, so...yeah, we're a thing. Really.

MA: Well, seeing as how we're all in the same Box, ma cheri,  I'm sure I would've noticed much of you two getting it on of late.

CLEO VII: That's because you haven't really looked, have you? Really seen us! Also we can be really, really quiet, like two awesome sex ninjas swathed thickly in Cottonelle. And yeah, that sounds like it would be practicable at all but you can rest assured it would be, ladies! Oh yes!

'CLEO' BP: Golly!

MA: Eh!

AB (low on patience now): So who do you think might've pinched yer peach, Cleo?

CLEO VII: I already-wait, what?-no, I already said I don't know. And strange as it is to say this I believe most of them are perfect gentlemen to even attempt such a thing.

MA: No one can do it to me 'cause of all my skirts in the way. Besides Benji does all my groping down there. (sighs) Ah, such manly groping...

'CLEO' BP: I lie down so my butt's facing the Box wall and I'd catch them first, break their hands and then Jay-Jay would send them straight down to burn in the fiery pits of Hell where they'd melt for all Eternity! (beat, smiles wryly) Kidding!

AB: O-kay, then. Funny thing is I actually agree with you, Cleo. About the guys being gents. (a thought strikes her) And yet...and...yet...no...no, there's no way it could be (laughs) him!

CLEO VII, 'CLEO' BP, MA (severally and eagerly): Who is it, who do you suspect, Anne?

DB (Maestro of Dialogue): Hello, hello, ladies! Here I am, as promised, for 'Dolls' Number 3, at long last! Are you happy, Anne?

AB: Not now, Dan, we're discussing something! So-hey, wait a minute! Have you already begun this without us knowing?

DB: Guilty!

CLEO VII: Figures. Wanted to catch the hens clucking, huh?

DB: No, that's not it at all. It's kinda sorta part of this dialogue's subject: hardships.

AB: So you saved us women for that particular subject?  I guess that makes sense. We don't really consider ourselves victims, though. Well, except maybe for Marie.

MA (ruefully): Victim of circumstance. But you already know that.

CLEO VII: Wait, you know who did it, don't you, Dan? He who pinched my (coughs) asp?

DB (too bloody coy): I know it's who you already suspect.

MA: Well, aren't you just too bloody coy?

DB: The guilty party will be revealed later. Now's the time for more discussions-

MA: About hardships.

DB: Yeah, about hardships.

AB: So just some more women's victimization shit.

DB: Oh no, not at all! You're all tough broads! It's just the subject I've set on for these dialogues. I can't imagine it had always been easy for you ladies so I figured this was a good venue for you to, you know, vent a little.

CLEO VII: Methinks he makes a fair point. I'm in.

AB (deep breath): Okay. And yes, Dan, I'm happy you're FINALLY doing this for us!

MA: Oui, moi aussi.

'CLEO' BP: Me, too. And despite being much a bit more taller and skimpier dressed  'Cleopatra' than you, Cleo, I'm not you, the real deal, so I'm just going to speak to my experiences as good ol' Bettie Page.

CLEO VII: Good, thanks, Bettie!

'CLEO' BP: So as you're writing this, Dan, strike the 'Cleo' part when you type my initials.

DB: Uh, ssure, Bettie.

'CLEO' BP: Like now.

DB: Okay, you got it!

BP: Thank you, sweetie!

AB: May we continue now?

DB: Right. I'll leave you ladies to it, then. Be back later!

AB: Yeah, I'll bet.

BP: So who's going first?

AB: Perhaps 'Their Majesties' can duke it out for that privilege!

MA: No, I think I'll go last. Save me for last. Yeah, Cleo can go first. If she wants.

CLEO VII: Sure, why not. So let's see, it was wayyy back in-wait, do I have give my whole goddamn rambling life story here?

AB: No, just the parts where you suffered the most, I guess.

BP: Hardships, remember?

CLEO VII: Okay. Well, you all know the famous story about how I wrapped myself in a carpet just to seduce the Julius Caesar, right? I had a son with him, was gonna marry him, but then he up and got himself stabbed to death a bazillion times. Poor sweet baby! But you want to know the worst part of all that? Do you? I'll tell you. Carpet burns! Really! All over! Oh yeah! No kidding! So trust me, ladies, when I say that you totally don't want to get those when you're totally naked in a rolled-up carpet! And if I could do it all over again for ol' Julie I'd seriously reconsider!

BP: Ouch! That all sounds awful!

AB: Don't know if I'd do all that for a man. (aside) If I even liked men.

MA: At least you actually wanted to marry him!

CLEO VII: Yeah, and he was an older gent but he had game, if you know what I mean! (winks lewdly) And you don't get to be Gaius Julius Caesar if you don't got some game!

AB: So that obviously wasn't a hardship for you, Cleo.

CLEO VII: Not by far. I actually loved the coot.

BP: But after the ol' late, great Julie came another of your famous lovers, and he was...drum roll, please! (all the ladies except CLEO VII mimic the requested drum roll) Marc Antony!

CLEO VII: Ooh, yeah, now he was a hottie! Not quite Richard Burton-y but I loved him, too!
And like with Julie we sure got my swank Nile barge a-rockin', bet your asp!

AB: Again, not a hardship, Cleo.

CLEO VII: Yeah, yeah. Anyway, I gave him three kids and he gave me a bunch of sweet Roman territories. Of course those smelly, hateful old Senators would brand me a witch because of that!

MA: Nothing new there.

BP: Old as the hills.

CLEO VII: And of course Octavian-you'd know him better as Augustus, first ever Emperor of Rome (bastard!)-beat our army at Actium and we had to hightail it back to Egypt where he offed himself because he thought I betrayed him! (bitterly) That beautiful idiot!

AB: But you hadn't, right?

CLEO VII: Yeah! I didn't want to be paraded as a chained prisoner through the colonnaded canyons of Rome, no ma'am! That's what concerned me the most!




DB/2020


5/3/2023: It just occurred to me as I re-read this that you might be interested to know who might have groped Cleopatra in the Box.

It was Innocent, or rather Pope 'Not-So' Innocent III.

There you go.








                                                                        






Wednesday, June 23, 2021

And Now...A Brief Announcement from Anne Bonney and (Formerly 'Cleo') Bettie Page



 

 
 
 
ANNE BONNEY: Alright, so we just say what he'll have us say, proxy-like, like the scurvy coward that he is, and then-wait, what is-WHOA! He took us outside! Hey, Bettie, Dan took us outside!
 
BETTIE PAGE: Yeah, mighty nice of him! Beautiful day today! It's good to get out of that darn box for a change and take in some fresh spring air!

AB: No, no, don't you see, Bettie? We can finally make our getaway! Yes! Ha ha! It's back to the bonny sea for this bonny Anne Bonney!

BP: Wow, um, okay. But we can't, 'cause we're not real, remember? We're 'dolls', so to speak. And even if I could don't wanna leave 'cause I'd miss everybody back at the Box, especially my darlin' Jay-Jay and (deep breath)...sure, even crusty ol' Innocent. But never, ever tell him that, Anne!

AB: Well, duh! Don't wanna make him happy! He's bad at being that anyway. But yeah, I'd miss my Blackie and...sure, the others too. Okay, Bettie, let's just do this. (to herself)  Arrr!

BP: Good. But before we continue, Mr. Daniel, when you took our picture just now did you up and guillotine my pretty l'il head out of the frame?

AB: WHAT?!!

DB: You know I did, Bettie. 

BP: Why, whatever for, pray tell.

DB: Uh...for comedy's sake?

BP: Are you askin' me or tellin' me?

DB: For comedy's sake, Bettie. Ma'am. 

AB: Fix it, Daniel! NOW! Take another picture of her!

DB: It's as good as done, Anne! Smile big, Bettie! 

BP: Always do!


DB: Oops, too close and too fuzzy.

AB: DAN-YELL!!!

BP: Ah, more comedy, big boy?

DB: Maybe. Yeah.

BP: Can you maybe get my boobies in the next hopefully unfuzzy shot? I love my boobies!

AB: Jeez!

DB: Sure, I'll try. Smile big again!

BP:  Cheeese!

DB: And there you go, girl!

BP: Yay! Hey y'all out there! Like my boobies?

AB: No, they really actually like your smile more, Bettie! Jeez, now can we get on with this?!

DB: They like both, Bettie.

BP: Yep, don't I know it! Go ahead, Anne!

AB: Okay. Ahem! Hello out there, all of you joyless readers of underwhelming novice fiction and poetry who read this blog for some reason-

BP: Hey, be nice, Anne!

AB (chuckling): All three of you...no, two...one?...

BP: ANNE!

AB: Sorry. Sorry, Dan. Sorta. Yeah. Anyway you may or may not remember that Dan was going to write one of those sorely overdue dialogues with all the female 'dolls' (yecchh!) he's got discussing whatever's in our pretty little heads. 

DB: Pretty, sure, but never empty.

BP: Well, our heads are solid plastic, so...

DB: True. My real point still stands, though. Continue, Anne. 

AB: Long story short he made a valiant attempt last year with the four us, including Cleo and Marie. I commend him for that, at least! We were supposed to be talking about our backstories but it kind of got bogged down at the start with Cleo's so...yeah, Dan quit.

DB: It got a bit too complicated for me writing for four characters at once when it had been easier as a simple dialogue between two people, like with Blackbeard and Boz and Jay and Sig. 

AB: Also you got lazy.

DB: Yeah, I got lazy. And just ran out of steam.

BP: Now laziness ain't so terrible of a sin as that. Dan had the most righteous of intentions to fulfill his promise to me, Anne and the queens with a dialogue for us gals, he really did...but yeah, he ran out of steam, like he said. Not gonna call him lazy, though, 'cause he ain't! At all!

DB: Aw, thanks, Bettie!

AB: Whatever. Anyway he plans on taking another stab at it soon, only this time with just me and Bettie. No Cleo or Marie. Not this time anyway. 

BP: Just like my Jay-Jay and Siggy, only with us gals. 

AB: And as a show of good faith he's gonna publish the dialogue he was workin' on and show you just how abysmal it was.

BP: Anne!

AB: Yeah, yeah, sor-ee. But, hey, Dan, all this talkin' we've been doing doesn't count as the official dialogue, right!

DB: Nope, and this time there won't be a special topic for you to discuss like I've done the past with the others, it'll just be straight up banter. Anything-well, almost anything goes for topics.

BP: Neat!

AB: So is that a new rule from now on?

DB: Mm, I'll consider it for the future, yeah. See what you all will say.

AB and BP: You mean what you'll say!

DB: Mm-hmm. And we're done here. For now. Say goodbye, ladies!

AB: Not before you promise to put us in a jacuzzi next time.

BP: Oo, oo, that would be so boss! Great idea, Anne!

AB: Don't thank me, Dan thought of it.

BP: Thanks, Dan! I'll ask Jay-Jay to send you a heap of blessings tonight!

DB: Ohh-kayy! Jacuzzi, huh?

AB and BP (severally): Bye, y'all! G'bye, you poor malnourished devourers of tripe!

DB: Yeesh! Now where can I get a doll-sized jacuzzi? Hmm. Did Barbie's Dream Home ever have a jacuzzi?

AB and BP (eagerly): Yep!

DB: Mmmm-nah, I'll think of something else.

AB and BP grumble.

To be continued...

 

DB/6.2021

 

 

AB: So'd you get it, Dan, you scurvy bastard?

BP: Is it a good picture?

DB: Yeah, Bettie, and hey, 'bastard' is hurtful, Anne! Also I'm not one. Pretty sure of that.

AB: Fine. Um, how's about Dan, you scurvy knave? Bit archaic but...

DB: Yeah, that'll do. 

BP: I see ya done did awesome, Dan! Great pic!

AB: Yeah, looks okay.

DB: Thanks, ladies, I think so too! And now we out-

AB and BP (together, very rapidly): Don'tforgetthejacuzziDan!! (giggling)

DB: Arrr!!







 




 




 





 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


 

Sunday, February 14, 2021

Sua Deo, Mio Rovina, Nostri Vantaggio (Her God, My Bane, Our Boon)




Son of a-!

 

...sheik...

 
 
 I
 
Temple
 
Sanctuary  
    
God-House
 
Theatre

 

Matinee 

 

Women


She
(my gal)
has a laugh 
like a
(cliched)
tinkling
of 
bells.
 
 
And a slight
musk of 
attar of
roses
that I
(only 
slightly)

despise.
 
 
I look 
askance 
as she 
leans 
forward 
beaming
and chatting up
the all the
chatty
Women
in the row in front,
in back,
behind.
 
tinkle
 
tinkle
 
tinkle
 

"Wanna stick-a Wrigley's, sweetie?"
she abruptly
and with her shining white grin
inquires of me.
Lovely.

I nod and smile.


She fishes through
her beaded handbag
for her offering.

"Only got spearmint, tho'. 
That okay?"

I nod and smile.
 
Unsheath,
unwrap,
chew,
chew,
chew.
 
"Quiet tonight, ain'tcha?"

"Yep!" 
 
I wink and smile.
 
tinkle
 
tinkle
 

I watch
as she carefully doffs
her cloche
like a bridal veil
and lays it
upturned,
her bag tucked within,
in her lap,
 
and smooths 
her supple
tidal weaves
that glint 
and ripple
in the dim 
theatre light.

Lovely.
 

 
 
 II
 
 
They're
all are here
for worship,
of course.

For him.
 
And I, 
the only Man here
(or as much of a Man
as I can be)
as far I can see,
allowed to witness
their Bacchic orgies,
or Vestal rites,
or kaffee-frei
klatches...

 
HAH!
 
Ha! Ha! Ha!
No!
Nonono,
I kid! 
I'm a kidder!

It's really nothing
like that
at all...
 
obviously...


not...

quite...
 
 
 
Then down go
the lights
and the chatter 
oh-
so- 
gradually 
ebbs.
 
"Hushhhh!
 
Shhh!
 
Shhh!
 
 
SHHH!!!"
 
Smooth
upturned
faces,
wide-eyed
expectation...
 
The Wurlitzer organ 
shatteringly
peals
and booms
an overture
as the curtain 
sweeps apart
and bi-chromatic
words and images 
shimmer and flicker
on the big movie screen 
I won't look at.
 
So
I pick pensively 
at the crown 
of my boater
nestled in my lap.

 
She notices 
and arrests
my fingers,
stuffs
her cloche and purse
inside my hat.
 
Then the honeyed whispers,
the playful cheek peck.
 
"Thanks, hon!"
 
 The shining white grin.


And I just happen 
to glance up...
 
And there...

 
The Desert Adonis...
The Sheik's Son...
 
 
Him...
 
Oh,
Kyrie 
Eleison...
 
 
I don't,
I won't look.


And
for over 
an hour
the Women
scream like banshees...
sigh like Juliets...
moan like Catherines
                 the Great...
 
 
My
God...

The
power...
 
 
Soon
her honeyed whispers,
her sultry breaths
and garish 
libidinousness
spill into 
my ear,
and she...
 
she...
 
 
sheehhuuhhhh...
 
 

III
 
 
Tug, tug
 
Later 
after the film's
happy ending
has been assured
and all are 
filing (swiftly)
out
I am still
in my seat,
and
I wonder, 

so what do I do
with this gift
she's giving me?
 
Did I earn it?
 
Can I enjoy it? 

How can I
when I'm just 
a proxy 
for a 
suave
Castellanetan
demigod?
 
Aren't I -
I - 
enough,
and
 
 
will I ever be enough
 
for her?...
 
 
I feel her hovering,
still tugging Morse code
on my coat lapel.
 
With a sigh, 
but not without
some (a lot of)
inner
excitation,
I rise
and
flick a vulgar gesture
at the mute,
blank screen,
making her gasp.
 
tinkle 

peck, peck
 
 
"Grazie, signor."


Out.


DB/2.2021

 
 
 
Happy Valentine's Day, everyone!💖
 
 
(Personal to KC): Still working on that pen-pal letter (sorry it's taking so long). Got a year's worth of HPL news, etc. to write about and details to iron out.
Happy, happy V-Day to you and D!💕
 


 




 


 



Tuesday, February 9, 2021

1854-2021


 

Make your bed. 
Lie in it.
Set it on fire.
Die in it.

And remember:
The Phoenix is a myth.

Oh no, no,
Please,

Don't get up.


 
DB/2.9.2021


Sunday, January 31, 2021

Just So You Know...Tho' You Never Asked

 


 

I've been reading 

Ogden Nash

And I think he's 

Quite a gash.

 

DB/1.2020


mmmmeh

I think do better with the Baroness.

Speaking of which...well, stay tuned.