“There is no time like the present.”
The past
(Once)
Perhaps, but only for a second.
And the future
(Where we’re heading)
Is just a repeating question.
All those within time lack all sense of direction.
(But)
We hold some sway against the passage of time.
(Still)
We fill no space. Now is a point in a line.
Words of Kris Kringle in red
If you sit on my lap today
A kiss a toy is the price you’ll pay.
When you tell what you wish for —
In a whisper–
Be prepared to pay.
If you sit on my lap today
A kiss a toy is the price you’ll pay.
When you sit upon my left knee,
Don’t be stingy–
Be prepared to pay.
If whenever you take,
You give a little back,
Then whoever you love
Will give a little love back.
So give a little love,
Get a little love back.
Don’t you have a little love
That you want to get back?
(ahem)
If you sit on my lap today
A kiss a toy is the price you’ll pay.
When you sit upon my left knee,
Don’t be stingy–
Be prepared to pay…
Simply put, “I’m not asleep.”
Trouble is not sleeping.
See the problem there?
I’mperiled.
As bees unknowingly grant sex
To plants, fathering flowers
By kissing patient lips
With sticky, fumbling pieces-
So too must my haphazard steps
Birth unseen joys and hapless pains
For strangers brief and barely met.
Hence not a step in vain.
“See? It’s easy!” cries Reggie, touching his privates against the bark of a hundred year old sycamore.
“That may be part of the problem,” replies Edward, backing away. “It’s not just the hard stuff, Reg. Some of the easy stuff just isn’t worth doin’ either.”
He’s nearly to the fence when Reggie calls to him again.
“I value different things than you, Edward! Touch is the important sense to me — it’s like my seeing!”
Edward shakes his head. His hand rests on the gate, ready to swing. He hesitates like he can’t decide whether he should say something or if just thinking it is enough.
“Kids climb on those things,” he says without turning. “They climb all up and down them.”
Reggie bites his lip. Still pressed against the tree, he thinks to himself, “You bastard.”
Then Edward says the same and shuts the gate behind him.
What a sneaky cat
Is good for, is all things &
Many more. Boundless!
I had the window open
— But then a bug flew in.
I quickly shooed him through the paine
And closed it up again.
Dear Nobel Prize Review,
I have nothing but the most extreme and dangerous of respects for Papa Dukes. He is one of the iconoclasts of our great age, and I would gladly — and humply — take a sucker-punch in the sphincter for him.
Sincerely,
Papa Dukes
So maybe tonight I get real drunk and pay off all of my bills! I mean, why not?
Don$t know why I$ve even got it$ What the hell am I gonna do with $? Beer?
And besides, these guys want it- they really, really want it! So take it.
“Just in case” is no good to me here.
Part the First, ACT 1, SCENE 1: The Burgeoning
Enter MY TEENAGE LIFE and KENT.
I’S: The worst way to live has got to be “temporarily.” Right? I mean, who’s with me!
OTHER I’S: ?
I’S: I suppose no one is who’s listening.
[Aside] Guess I’ll be an artist now
Enter [KENT, the] Bastard [, holding a check].
KENT: Sure, sure- on the weekends.
[Hands check] Gotta pay them bills, chief! [Cuts off arm]
CHORUS: The blood! She is pouring now! Pouring herself out onto the dirty, empty floor. The dirty, empty floor, and the money.
Exeunt.
Words & Works 