May 2009
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Baloney Hi-Coos And Faux Cues Number 191
Category: Writing and Poetry
I write to find out
What I don’t know about…
I actually get excited
At how little I know
Obviously, I feel successful
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Baloney Hi-Coos And Faux Cues Number 190
Category: Art and Photography
A middle aged man
On his hands and knees
Praying that this box
Of records at the flea market
Will not be complete shit
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Baloney Hi-Coos And Faux Cues Number 189
Category: Religion and Philosophy
“Just when I was out…
They pull me back in”
Thirty years of going to different shrinks…
I usually burn them out after five to ten
They usually can’t beat me at my game…
So, I’m backing out the door
Thinking this is it, I’m outta here
And the mob in my head says,
“Where do you think you’re going?
There are still many shrinks
Who need summer homes
To recover from the mental anguish
Your life has put them through
So, I called my shrink
And she said,”Just when I was out,
He pulled me back in”
Quite the tug-ah-war
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Baloney Hi-Coos And Faux Cues Number 188
Category: Life
I fictionalize my life
I make it filled with death
I fill pages with misery
When I close my book, I smile
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Baloney Hi-Coos And Faux Cues Number 187
-Bullshitability
Category: Jobs, Work, Careers
I let this woman take me out to eat
She wanted to pick my head about writing
And I wanted to fuck her
“Every day I work on crushing my ego
I want to take my chilli pepper
And crush it into a fine airborne powder
That is when I am most powerful…”
“And that is your goal about writing?…
You want to crush your chilli pepper
In to a fine airbourne powder?”
“I know I can’t write everyday…
Some days are filled with great drama
Some are filled with long hard work…
Of course there is the possibility
That one day my life will be filled with “great” drama
The stuff great works of fiction are written about…
Or that one day my life will be filled with long hard work
The stuff long hard works of fiction are written about…”
“But I will be so full of it
That my bullshitability
Will not allow me to write any of it
And that’s why I believe
That crushing my ego and writing
Is exactly the same thing
I just have to get it to a fine powder…
My dinner date said…
“Your bullshitability is devastatingly contagious
And I no longer know what we were talking about…”
“You had a cramp in your leg
And I worked it out for you…”
She said,”I want to crush your chilli pepper”
We ended up fucking that night
And now she writes for free
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Baloney Hi-Coos And Faux Cues Number 186
Category: Jobs, Work, Careers
My friend lost her job as a writer
“How do you write for free?
Without pay, I have a writer’s block…”
“I have fucked my whole life for free
Not a fucked up day went by
Where I thought I should get paid for fucking…”
“Are we talking about the same thing?”
“Take me out to dinner and we’ll see…”
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Baloney Hi-Coos And Faux Cues Number 185
Category: Life
My old friend Death
And my teenage self
Are having a tug of war…
Fighting over my cock,
Sucked into the Middle Ages
This is not an excellent adventure
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Baloney Hi-Coos And Faux Cues Number 184
Category: Parties and Nightlife
On the dance floor
There’s not much difference
Between 2 step forward
And One step back… and
One step forward and
Two step back…
But in life
One gets you a trophy
And the other finds the exit
Tuesday, May 05, 2009
Baloney Hi-Coos And Faux Cues Number 183
Category: Fashion, Style, Shopping
I wish my piss was acid
I would urinate poetry
In toilets across America
Man would rise above
The flush of their throne
Or at least piss themselves
Monday, May 04, 2009
Baloney Hi-Coos And Faux Cues Number 182
Category: Life
I was scared to go down this basement
That hasn’t happened much…
There were bodies down there
But they were dead
They weren’t Zombies
It wasn’t that I would become a victim…
The Cops were letting me in
Before the Media got there
Before the Captain showed up
They found a box of good stuff
They knew I could sell it
The Media would turn it to dirt
The D.A. would hold it as evidence
They knew I knew how to flip it
Eventually, I went down there
I creeped around the corpses
I got the box of good stuff
I flipped it for the right cash
I gave the cops their share…
I can’t believe I almost backed out
All because a couple of stiffs were in the way
Monday, May 04, 2009
Baloney Hi-Coos And Faux Cues Number 181
Category: Religion and Philosophy
My God has offered me
The torso of a statue
Of a large Buddha’s head
I have accepted this offering
I stare at the torso of this statue
It does not stare back
And when I ask him questions
He can only answer with farts
And I know the world is still here
Copyright 2009 Larry Fisher
