The Real Masters of the Universe

     For M.R.M., M.D.

Doctors! Can’t live with ‘em, and, certainly,
Can’t live without ‘em. Perhaps (carefully)
We might tame them, rein in that vanity
Nourished by their desp’rate patients’ holy

Trust. Remember that hoary med school joke?
Saved souls and angels queued, wait, pissed-off, mocked
As God cuts the mess hall line; one soul spoke,
“Look at that! Now He thinks He’s a doctor!”

Fevers and ruined bones decorate the days,
Festoon the hours, shape the frantic works
Those good physicians, endlessly, unfazed,
Deliver—but must we endure those quirks

That supercede divinity? Only
Doctors know the politics, methods, costs
Of this elab’rate game? Only they, prone
To such complexity? While we, star-crossed,

Mere dolts with no clue, ignorant screwballs,
Bend to their will—(they’re DOCTORS, after all!).
                   Marvin Klotz Ph.D. (11/29/09)

Posted in Aging, Vanity

The Holiday Season!

Listen to Marvin read The Holiday Season

The winter solstice looms—again—
Relentless and interm’nable.
Though sunlight shrinks to dark, that’s when
We festifize to keep off gloom.

And yet, this dreary time of year
(Though merchants dance and grocers vie)—
Its dying light, its compelled cheer
Drive many folks to suicide.
                  (11/27/09)

Posted in Seasons

Berserker

     Doctor held in Ft. Hood killings: 12 dead, 31 hurt
               Los Angeles Times, November 6, 2009

Listen to Marvin read Berserker

Berserk—interesting word—from Old Norse.
A warrior with insufficient zeal
Would don a bearskin robe, kill all remorse,
Abandon his humanity, reveal

What horrors rage, unfettered, can project.
The bearskin robe’s passé—now, festered minds,
God-driven, grotesquely armed, twisted, flecked
With certainty, accept commands divined.

That ancient Norse berserker killed for loot—
Nasty? Sure. Yet one has obligations,
A family (the moral issue’s moot!),
Got to pay the rent, defend the nation.

But Dr. Hasan and his ilk display
A self-contempt, a presence—whipped, scored, flayed—
Shrunk, without significance. How can one
Spark attention? Massacre! Snap, shriek, stun!

We’d all be spared, had they been better paid,
Or warmly loved, and, often, nicely laid.
                                 (11/9/09)

Posted in Lust, Today's News, Words

People Magazine: BC Edition

Image: Off With His Head!

Judith of Bethulia seems disenchanted with her date

                    Prologue

Forgot to take my novel to the gym—
So, while I pedaled my nine klicks, burnt off
One hundred twenty calories, tacked on
A few more pendulums of life, I leafed
Through an old People Magazine. It damn
Near made my head explode! Maliciously,
I wondered what titillating lore old—
Really old—issues might reveal to us.

                    In the Garden
                    People, January 7, 4003 B.C.
                    [Genesis 4:8—15]

“Eve, our single-named darling gardener,
Sweetheart of the Eden river region,
(Pictured left—before—and right—soon after),
Indulged too often in the starchy stuff
She grew, until her pet serpent—wicked
Smart—proposed a diet of forbidden
Fruit (some say apples, others say bosc pears—
Most likely pomegranates in that heat).
She lost 41 pounds in just one month—
But, we’re sorry to report, there ensued
Tragic consequences (photo below)—
A full, hot report in next month’s issue!”

                     At the Well
                   
People, May 13, 3014 B.C.
                    [Genesis 29:9-27]

“Face it, Jacob was horny. His parents,
Sensing an opportunity, sent him
To his Uncle, where young Jake patronized
The hottest meat-market in the village,
Which was, of course, the Well where women brought
Their flocks for watering. There, his cousin
Rachel (photo-right) turned up, and Jacob
(Photo-left) burst into tears at the sight—
Enthralled by love. Blushing, she took him home
(Laban’s abode pictured below). The deal?
Work seven years, and Rachel’s yours—OK?
Enthusiastically, Jacob worked—
But crafty Laban hid cross-eyed Leah
(Photo-left) under the bridal burka.
Jake, pole-axed, howled ‘Why?’ ‘It’s just not right,’ Unc
Explained, ‘for younger sister to marry
First. Hey, work another seven years, I’ll
Throw in Rachel too.’ The outcome? Next month’s
Issue tells all (the Well’s evening crowd—
Sizzling, cocktail-hour-hot—pictured below).”

                    Bethulia and Holofernes’ Tent
                    People, June 14, 210 B.C.
                    [Judith 8:1-15:13]

“Bizarre tales have often graced our mag—None
Weird as what happened last week not far
From Jerusalem in the hilltop town
Bethulia. A coalition led
By Holofernes besieged the place, cut
Food and water for a month. The elders,
In despair, decided to surrender.
That’s when the widow Judith—hottest chick
In fifty miles—stepped up. ‘Give me five days—
Let’s see what I can do.’ Did we mention
She was drop-dead gorgeous? She bathed,
Applied scented oils, dug out her wispy
Harem pants, bagged some kosher food, snuck out
Past Assyrian lines with a maid, found
Holofernes, and devastated him.
He’d never ever seen that kind of beauty.
Long story short—bawdy body language
Snookered him into too much alcohol—
He passed out, she cut off his head (pictured
Below), snuck back to town, dangled it high—
Whereupon the Assyrians bugged out.
Thus, once again, beauty, (though somewhat warped)
Saved the day, the town, all its citizens.
                            (10/30/09)

Posted in Bullshit, Religion

Holy Politics

Six thousand years ago (we’re told) the world
Began. By page six, my Old Testament
Details preemptive murder—Cain’s hate-hurled
Fratricidal stone—envy’s lust unpent.

Eleven-hundred-fifty-six pages
Follow—filled with slaughtered Amalekites,
Philistines, Israelites, Jebusites
Egyptians—all defiled by holy rage.

Three thousand unarmed men, stabbed to the bone
At Sinai by their Levite priests—for what?
Dancing round a golden bull? While Aaron,
Levite exec, who shaped that god-damned plot,

Gets bailed (surprised?) like every other
Well-connected pol, since the edge of time.
He was, after all, Mo’s older brother.
But wait, there’s more! Gaze on that heartless crime—

The holocaust at Jericho, where Yah
Demanded death for ev’ry living thing.
Qui bono? Surprise! Levites shout “Huzzah!”
And divvy up the blood-drenched loot, the bling.

We’re only up to Joshua—about
A quarter through—you’ve heard it all before,
Nothing’s changed (except technology)—now
We kill at distance—blesséd art of war.

Good for the economy, the holy
Bottom line, bold antagonistic greed
Drives a world (no crop from parched wisdom’s seeds),
Governed by ego—malign, deadly creed.

Hey Great Spirit—Yahweh, Allah, Buddha,
Brahma, Xango, Izanagi, Shiva—
Whatever you call yourself—for god’s sake,
Merge multiple personalities! Make
Peace. Dance, if you must, prance, flame—but forgive
Damnit! Teach yourself to live and let live.
                      (10/25/09)

Posted in Religion

Tenth Edition

     For S.C., S.S., and all the folks at Bedford/St.Martin’s
     Who (since 1973), repeatedly, gave life to us.
     [With obvious apologies]

One might compare you to a Summer’s day;
But you’ve aged now, become less temperate—
Rough, being thirty-six, to make your way
Through vicious seasons, threatening brittle fate!
Sometimes good sales make boardroom faces shine—
But oft they fade to dark when sales look dim.
And even brilliant texts sometime decline—
By changing taste and politics untrimmed.
But still, we birthed you, and that love won’t fade,
Nor will we ever dim the pride we owe
To you, the now-grown entity we made—
New-parent burnished—shining with fresh glow!

While we still breathe and see, yearn to assess—
We plead for copies we’ll adore, caress.
                      (10/23/09)

[Insider lament! The 10th edition of our textbook, Literature, The Human Experience, was due to appear 10/14/09—but has not yet reached us]. Most of you will perceive Shakespeare’s Sonnet 18 underlying this profanation.]

Posted in Inspiration, Politics