Sunday, May 31, 2009

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.

Saturday, May 30, 2009

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.

Friday, May 29, 2009

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.

Thursday, May 28, 2009

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.

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

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.

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

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).

Monday, May 25, 2009

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."

Sunday, May 24, 2009

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.

Saturday, May 23, 2009

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.

Friday, May 22, 2009

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.

Thursday, May 21, 2009

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.

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

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.

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

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

Monday, May 18, 2009

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.

Sunday, May 17, 2009

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?

Saturday, May 16, 2009

Friday, May 15, 2009

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.

Thursday, May 14, 2009

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.

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

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."

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

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."

Monday, May 11, 2009

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?

Sunday, May 10, 2009

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?

Saturday, May 9, 2009

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

Friday, May 8, 2009

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?

Thursday, May 7, 2009

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.

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

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.

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

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.

Monday, May 4, 2009

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?

Sunday, May 3, 2009

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)

Saturday, May 2, 2009

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.

Friday, May 1, 2009

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.