Thursday, September 29, 2011

I Invoked the White Robes, Gleaming Blades Ready for Blood, and, Feeling the Scourge of Increase and Multiply, Made Affirmation: Yes, Deliver Us from Complicity

Thursday Night Pints was Wednesday Night Pints at my request: United's on TV tomorrow, so thanks! Hey, did you see what Led Teonsis said, I asked? Who's Led Teonsis, asked L. D said, went to Hilltop, has Axe's ear big time, inner sanctum. I said, he owns DC's professional hockey and basketball franchises and the Verizon Center. What did he say, asked D. I gave them a Billionaire's Lament, we are Creators, goddamn the fucking Lilliputians. Fuck him, said L. Then my cell urped, excuse me, and Earthgirl told me she'd been pulled over by the same bottom peg morons in brown shirts who protect us at soccerplex, gave her $150 ticket for overdue car farts. Was an asshole, just an asshole, which is a feature, not a bug.

Where is your soccer team's owner's peg in pigdom, L asked me when I got back, the second time I was asked that appropriately accusatory question yesterday. I've no idea, I said, I'm sure he's a capitalist, and for almost it's entire history MLS has floated on the ocean of Phil Anschutz's money, and you'd be hard-pressed to find a bigger peg in pigdom. Then I told them the story of my wife's treatment by the biggest pegs' tiny thuggish peg. Fuckers, said L. True that, I said, then bought them a round for moving today to last night so I can watch United tonight.


Philip Appleman

After the steaming bodies swept
through the hungry streets of swollen cities;   
after the vast pink spawning of family   
poisoned the rivers and ravaged the prairies;   
after the gamble of latex and
diaphragms and pills;
I invoked the white robes, gleaming blades   
ready for blood, and, feeling the scourge   
of Increase and Multiply, made
affirmation: Yes, deliver us from
And after the precision of scalpels,
I woke to a landscape of sunshine where   
the catbird mates for life and
maps trace out no alibis—stepped   
into a morning of naked truth,
where acts mean what they really are:   
the purity of loving
for the sake of love.


  1. Why she was maced.

    They used to wear brown shirts.

  2. What a maroon. When I wanna blow something up real good, I use old-fashioned balsa wood planes with the rubber-band wind-up prop. Fools 'em every time.

  3. Eskimo Blue Day is my favorite off that JA album.