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Erev Hell, 5/31/09

Tomorrow, my day starts before five And so if I am to survive I must go to bed Before ten, lest I dread The hours left I am alive.

NY, 5/30/09

New York. Like a modern day Rome, Is a circus, a citadel grown Beyond its conceit, Beyond endless concrete To become possibility's home.

Unless I'm still on west coast time, 5/29/09

Damn it. I looked at my wrist My watch telling me that I'd missed My daily deadline To record things in rhyme. Yet I've no time to be ful of wist. After all, for all things there's a first Time. And it's not the worst Thing that's come to pass That a day has elapsed And I didn't observe it in verse.

The Beast in the East, 5/28/09

Midnight, somewhere in New York I think somewhere close to North Fork I've been kidnapped by the Cruelest mistress, TV And she feeds me dry, overcooked pork.

Sick, Home, 5/27/09

If, with your kids you have flown, You look forward to traveling alone. So how to explain I've yet to board the plane And already I'm missing home.

To My Wife, 5/26/09

Happy birthday to you, Maggie Sherman You deserve it -- and so I'm determined To make your bon anniversaire Le meillure , ma chère (Or die besten geburtstag , in German).

Don't tell Mommy about the CD we made, 5/25/09

Keeping a secret is tough When you're four and just learning to bluff So I felt some small pride When my son white-lied "Just talking about trucks and stuff."

A birthday party, a BBQ, and thou, 5/24/09

Today we found ourselves cramming In two parties while faintly damning The luck of distraction And pool party action As we spent the whole day enjambing.

Memorial Day through the eyes of a 4 year old, 5/23/09

Approaching Memorial Day We decided that we would explain To our son Zachary About cemeteries... Now he wants to dig up remains.

I'm not totally clear on the last part, but why else would you need a loaded gun in a National Park? 5/22/09

No longer must we live in fear At our National Parks, as now we're Permitted to bring Our loaded guns in And shoot the shit out of a bear.

The Story That Just Wouldn't Break, 5/21/09

The story that just wouldn't break Dear lord, how long will this take? Perhaps it's the premise That threatens to hem us In till we can't stay awake.

Scheduling Conflicts, 5/20/09

At some point I'd like to stop thinking And go home and get to the drinking For attenuating Too much cogitating For my brain that is rapidly shrinking.

It's a job and someone's gotta do it, 5/19/09

The moment between the audition And your receiving a position Is one part elation Offset by deflation As you contemplate the transition

Out, Out, 5/18/09

I'm starting to find it concerning Though an income is nice to be earning That this candle of mine Is lit most of the time And that more than just two ends are burning.

Like a dog, 5/17/09

Why do they call them weekends When the work that you do just extends From Friday to Monday Without even one day To just have a drink with some friends?

Doesn't "Enhances Preschoolers' Understanding of Inter- and Intra-Personal Dynamics" just mean "This Show Has More Than One Character"? 5/16/09

Wubbzy, let's get something straight: Just because in your show you relate To characters who Are other than you It doesn't mean you educate.

It's a drama, not a melodrama, 5/15/09

I know that they're paying me money But still their wrongheadedness stuns me And so despite the note I will keep what I wrote And not make it any less funny.

Pardon my Yoda, 5/14/09

And suddenly out of the blue A project that lacked a venue Could be resuscitated And I'm just elated So posted I'll be keeping you.

Let it Go, Cheney, 5/13/09

Anyone else getting sick Of Cheney, determined to stick To his guns, graft, and greed And torture decreed? I guess that's why he goes by "Dick."

If I knew then what I know now I'd now know what I knew then... unless I forgot it, 5/12/09

If back in time I could go The thing I would want me to know Is "sleep while you can 'Cause Jon, my old man, Your kids wake up at 5 or so."

Willful Ignorance, 5/11/09

How is it I'm so unprepared For what's hung for so long in the air? And how can it be That the mortality Of my parents is suddenly here?

At least four bottles, but who's counting? 5/10/09

"Happy Mother's Day!" was the refrain Heard over and over again As we never stopped And the corks popped and popped. How'd the hell we drink that much Champagne?

Not the powder it was named for, 5/9/09

The scent of a candle's delightful But if left from the day till the night you'll Regret shutting it In the powder room lit 'Cause soot-covered walls are most frightful

Product Placement, 5/8/09

Toyota, Grey Goose, and Verizon Apparently all have their eyes on Our show 'cause they're paying To affect what we're saying. But they'd never ask us to put lies on... Would they?

Reasonable Hours R.I.P.

...And then it all fell apart. Which you always suspect at the start Of every new show But you just never know When the wheels will come off the cart.

Cancer is a cancer, 5/6/09

Uncertainty's naught but a cancer But cancer is also a cancer. Goddamn this disease And its metastases Right now all I want is an answer.

What, and give up show business? 5/5/09

10:30. It's been a long day. First TV show, then a screenplay. And now a late meal That'll likely congeal Inside me once I hit the hay.

Ode to the really good Italian place in the mini-mall, 5/4/09

Restaurant Enoteca Mosto I'm glad that our paths have crossed, though When only one table's Filled will you be able To make it or will you be lost-o? http://www.mostoenoteca.com/

11th Hour Production, 5/3/09

If you leave something till the last minute You'll regret that you didn't begin it Much earlier than Your bedtime, and then The truth is your heart isn't in it. I.E. if I didn't write These verses mostly late at night I feel pretty sure Rather than sucking more They'd suck less (though the chances are slight)

Urine (a mess of trouble, young man), 5/2/09

"I just have to go wipe my nose" He says to us, and then he goes To the restroom where he Proceeds to go pee All over the floor and his clothes.

It writes itself, 5/1/09

Right now all I want is to leave But I've still got notes to receive So I'll bide my time By writing some rhyme On a subject I've yet to conceive.