Category: Theater of the Absurd
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The Agony and the Ecstasy II
continued …. “Gosh,” I realized. “Despite the fact that she doesn’t have an enlarged prostate gland and I’ve never had the urge to commit murder we have a lot in common!” Creative Genius I compared and contrasted the motivations of the diaper clad, crazed astronaut with the agony I feel when I have […]
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Without Love
Without Love … we make our way across the frozen tundra of our hopeful desires unaware that beauty rests just below the surface of our painful hearts; a streak of light unseen nestled within each throb of hurt the light of hope the knowledge that Love exists only were it not for the pain that […]
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A Night At the Lodge
It all started that night when I wasn’t sure what she was asking me! At first I thought it had something to do with skiing! Truth of the matter is I didn’t know WHAT she was thinking but I didn’t want to make waves. I thought that maybe we were supposed to be meeting Dick and Jeannie for […]
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Miriam
Miriam He told me about the time he was at the hospital a year ago at the same time he would be at the same hospital this year, in the same room where last year he suffered the same procedure as he would be suffering this year .. exactly a year later. He told me […]
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Deadbeat Amputee
Deadbeat Amputee Oh! Hi! … OH! Jeeze. Hi … Hey, you know what? I’m a bad person! I was tied up for a whole week so I couldn’t send you the money. My wife finally came home from Borneo and untied me from the hose I got wrapped up in when I fell hosing the back porch […]
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#6 .. Transponding Transexual Transfers: A Detrimental Exchange Between Two Trainspotters From: Songs Heard But, Immediately Forgotten #6
#6 How are the transplants doing? I’ll send pics. By the way, I had an epiphany when I separated the word trans from plants. Maybe I understand what transgender means now. Isn’t it kind of like almost sorta like grafting a tree? There’s a series on TV called Transparent. It’s about a father who becomes a […]
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The Spinning Wheel
The Spinning Wheel … or i might come up here and find white and dazzling, diamonds, chicken legs, easter eggs on the inland waterway, sparking gems off cleavage water, trillions of carats for hugs and why not? Dazzling iridescent half life ur-anal-ium lives within the bones where dry spirit resides, where clothes fit right and everything flows down […]
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Chimps to the Left … Third Graders to the Right …. and make it snappy!
jeeze, if words were limited to bare essential words .. bare essential thought .. (like some people want it to be) …. only allowing certain combinations of simpleness to be used … there’d be no use for words … or thought … !! it’d be like living in 1986 … ! words wouldn’t be words […]
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Knowing That We Knew It All Along!
it slowly started appearing for a long time but I didn’t realize it until it appeared all the time then I thought back and realized that it HAD been appearing … and i knew it had been appearing even when it slowly started appearing a long time ago when I didn’t realize it! way back when it first […]
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Life Is A Mirage
… But! I have the words so why shouldn’t I use them while I still have the time?!.. That said. You’d think I’d consider the sensibility of the subject totally incoincidental of its meaning don’t you? But, I don’t. I was after all, “laced up in the shoes of indistinct possibilities wading over a river […]
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The Case of the Missing Furniture
Chapter I Thursday morning I think I awoke from what I thought was a dream/doors banging shut echoed throughout the house/the four walls devoid of shadows looked strange and naked; the outlets seemed bored without their plugs. I knocked on every door and looked inside. Nothing! Was it a dream? Chapter 2 I drank my coffee on the […]
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Where’s My Passport … ? Look Under the Underwear You Idiot … !
I was conflicted … should i return the money or go on a spending spree … ? ….. i could have gone to Brazil or Paraguay or even Chechnia but … i couldn’t find my passport … ! ….. i looked all over the place … ! ….. i got so tired of looking i said […]
Tales From A Midcentury Boy / Growing Up in Michigan 
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