Come to Ridicule Mephisto

i've come to ridicule Mephisto

cartoonish lout

i'm here to praise the penny

or just the copper color

intermission}

dressing room characteristics, next on now

child agonies of the flustered, at then

the sandwich murders, thursday each time

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into the quick guild he joined. then his daughter was a hero. in between, betrayal before congress. but later the big bench.

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Filleted and Ham-fed

Filleted and ham-fed, a bunch of shit people they're feeding us, still up on the TV screen.
Held over and back sore, endless worn sellouts everywhere.
Where is my dispatch?/or even a mistrial, for me?
A mistrial, for me! iCried said to the C.
I cried, too, said she.

Aphrodite Of The 405

Aphrodite of the 405
- a shame you don't exist;
Sweet dancer of Sun Valley;
Maria Callas of Mission Hills;
I hold your names at LAX baggage claim,
limo driver to love legends
super shuttle deep into the shit of the valley.

Marriage is for suckers
- cunt suckers and cock lickers, that is.
If you're gonna go down the aisle
you better be willing to go down.
Life is long, after all,
if things go well.

And if you're well willing
to go down into the valley
deep down
well below Mount Olympus
be sure to go deep into the shade
where Athena knows
a tricker too.

"The Collector's The Threepenny Opera" became

"The Collector's The Threepenny Opera" became the perfect listen for a solitary drive through the faintly foggy hills. Pirate Jenny even coaxed or commanded a windshield"s paltry constellation of raindrops from our unyielding and starless sky.

The Relegated Adventure"

Hiss, hiss? They couldn't believe it. They were surrounded.
Later at the tent everyone relaxed, regulating intentions.
Regulated, intentioned,
They left.

This adventure classified perfunctorily

I Merit

I merit not curses,
but garlands.
I deserve a new Psalm Sunday.

Theater Review: Redletter/The Neo-Futurists

(Another!) review for Newcity Stage: 

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Lisa Buscani, Trevor Dawkins, Bilal Dardai/Photo: Joe Mazza

Decades ago when the Neo-Futurists were new at what they do here, I once duplicated scripts or some such documents for them in my arduous and artless role at the Kinko’s of Illinois flagship location. Some member came in to retrieve the copies when I mentioned that my own writing was very possibly the sort of work they might wish to produce. I was told with a dismissive and arrogant air “we have enough writers.” I confess there’s no connecting that offending individual with the Neo-Futurists’ current production. I’ll even damn my intro as unethical, while also excusing it as wholly appropriate. See, the current production “Redletter” is largely about journalism ethics…

(read full review here)