Overread at Table 4: Tuesday Morning POD

A seventh month old baby,
on Sunday morning:
head shattered like a pimple
by a bullet,


and we blather on Twitter
about rights of guns.






MR
2017-1107

Overheard at the Counter: Do you know what you like?

Barista:  Do you know what you like?


Customer: I like big butts and I cannot lie.


Barista:  Yes, but I'm talking about something you could afford.

GO 'STROS!

Overread at Table 3: Poem of the Day: Houston, 2015

A Memory of Houston, Summer 2015

 

We were

searching for stars

on a downtown street

lit by spattered neon

in the rain,

on a Saturday night

when the symphony people

poured onto the sidewalk

like milk

from an overturned

carton,

and in the

stone gazebo

that capped

the underground

carpark

a young man played

a saxophone

while stomping

a bass drum with one

foot.

 

 

 

 

 

 

MR

2017-1026

Overread at the Counter: American Fascist Chronicle - Day 277

Undercover of the Night: The Senate votes to dismiss a CFPB order which denied issuers of Credit Cards from forcing holders to go through arbitration instead of using the court system, a practice which has been proven to be unfair to cardholders, because the arbitrator is usually  in the employ of the card issuer.  Mike Pence, VP, cast the tie-breaking vote.

 

The VP only works under the direct order of the President.

 

Trump currently holds that office.

 

Trump campaigned on being tough on Wall Street.

 

This is a gift to Wall Street.

 

Will there be outrage from Trump supporters, who realize that their President has sold them out?

 

No.

 

Why not?

 

Because they have been blinded by his constant lies.  Their senses are dulled and they believe in this image of Trump that is an infantile fantasy.

And this fantasy will kill them.

As it will all of us.

The same night: The Yankees beat the Astros 3-1 in Game One of the World Series.

Both were 100+ game winners.   Only seven times have 100 game winners met in the World Series.

GO 'STROS!

Poem of the Day: The Subtlety of You

The subtlety of you.
The you that is so quiet.
The you of the sleepy head against the pillow,
in the ambient hush of just before dawn,
and your cheek, soft and pliable against my lips
that kiss you just before I leave the room,
softly closing the door behind me
so as not to wake you,
so as not to lose
the subtlety of you.
















MR
2017-1013

Overheard at Table 3: The BFG

Billy: I loved it.


Joe: Isn't the guy who wrote that book now a Jew-hater?


Jim: Whaddaya mean by "now?"


Bob: Yeah, guy's been dead for decades.


Billy: Just read about it.


Joe: So, if he's anti-Semite, don't we gotta hate everything he's ever written?


Jim: And burn copies?


Bob: Yeah.  Been years since we've been to a good book-burning.


Billy: Can't we like the stuff but not have to like the guy?


Joe: I don't think it works that way.


Jim: Culturally speaking.


Bob: You can always enjoy the stuff in secret.


Billy:  I'm just saying, if the books are good and the movies are good, does it matter if the writer's a


Jew-Hater or a racist or whatever?


Joe: Oscar Wilde said "There are no moral or immoral books.  They are only well-written or poorly written.  Nothing else." 


Jim:  ... or something to that effect.


Bob: So I guess you can.


Billy: Just don't let anybody find out.


Joe: Good.  Because I thought The BFG was awesome.


Jim: What does BFG stand for anyway?


Bob: Big Friendly Giant.


Billy:  Good, because I was thinking something totally different.


Joe: I think everyone was.


Jim: Great movie anyway.


Bob: One of the few that the CG really MAKES the movie instead of just making the whole thing


look silly.


Billy: Like a cheap cartoon.


Joe: Exactly.


Jim: How close is the movie to the book?


Bob: Don't know.


Billy: Haven't read it.


Joe: I think we burned it.


Jim: Ha ha.  You're such a kidder.

Bob:... but, IS he kidding?  hmmmm.....