Is that "sorry" in
the apologetic or
commiserative?

Physical features
are only judged to be flaws:
Why not just be nice?

Bassist: "You beat those
drums like they owe you money."
Drummer: "Well, they do."

Hey, you, asshole, it's
Minnesota: be nice or
go fuck the fuck off.

You can catch more flies.
You can choose your enemies.
You can't judge a book.

loose nudist hemmed in
and collared on the outskirts
of the garment district

From our vacation
in Living Hell: photos with
Death in the background.

Blocked, I am watching
my reflection watching my
reflection and blocked.

In the reunion
nightmare, we receive masks of
all our past faces.

So then there is small
talk. We have to start somewhere,
and so we start small.

The absence of a
unique solution doesn't
mean you aren't wrong.

Faint praise for gender
norms: masculine women can
pass more plausibly.

"I hear some talk of
Guns and Butter. That's something
We can do without."

The radical prof:
Could there even be a more
conservative trope?

I do not snore but
am an old man: I'm always
sleepy when it rains.

It took me years to
love The Wrens' The Meadowlands,
but it is lovely.

These are strange times for
moral authority. But
then what times are not?

The Prophet, to be
a successful prophet, must
be a false prophet.

We offer so much,
yet Irony's appetite
is never sated.

What's it all about?
Why do we do what we do?
To what purpose, this?

The Ner Tamid and
Altar Lamp always remind
me of the Ghost Light.

On this, the Day of
Atonement, we study a
joke about mercy.

There's no I in "team."
There's no U in "team" either—
just rearranged "meat."

A little song: Go,
Speed Writer, go, Speed Writer,
go, Victor Hugo.

I had forgotten
I so enjoy The Misfits.
Hail Jenny, Satan.

A chipmunk? No, leaves.
Delight, then disappointment,
then a new delight.