Sunday, June 05, 2016

Punchlines

Get up and fight, sucker

He stood slowly, took a
long drink of water, &
added Mental Health Head-
lines to his news reader.


When I lay a man down he should stay down.

An alternative for open-
minded couples is the
American Indian tribe
known for its totem poles
& the use of pricing
as an incentive mechanism
for stimulating participation.


You have to give him credit. He put up a fight for one and a half rounds.

Don’t let embarrassment get
in the way—it is good
to be reminded that the Xinghua
Metal Wire Mesh Factory
has a genuine cure for baldness.


What’s my name, what’s my name?

“How to maintain my sexual identity in the face of the faggot husband paradox?” The Navajo woman was silent for another moment or two. “This is not a catastrophic situation. In the way we know a real person, except for the crucial fact that fictional others are ideally constituted rather than perceived, we develop higher-order asymptotics. They have some resemblance to shame but little likeness to guilt. It’s something akin to Zeno's most fundamental paradox, according to which a flying arrow is not moving, since at any time it is in one definite place. Additionally, it’s crucially important to monitor humidity within the winecellar.”


So I said; You go out & hit him. I’m tired.

Manifest in every—or
any—empirical manifestation
of the woven mat is a code
expression for prayer time.


Come on, George. Show me something.

The world's largest drug
company just ditched
an educational &
public-interest film project
when they found that the
three major beetle groups
under study were all
coming up one testicle short.


I’m too fast. I’m too smart. I’m too pretty. I should be a postage stamp.

Their wave speed
independent of their
triangulated per-
formance, the
two monks
spoke in riddles
that went back to
Aristotle & Aquinas.


I am the loneliest of boxing’s poet laureates.

The 44-year-old former teen idol
was sentenced to 90 days in a
Boolean prison. So dead AND My Love!


(The punchlines are, of course, the work of Muhammad Ali. R.I.P.)


originally published in Softblow
& later collected in The Codicils

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