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He quit
He told me once
that he decided
to quit smoking
when he visited
his father
who had cancer
in the hospital.
He saw people
sitting outside
on park benches
taking their
chemotherapy
dosages
and smoking
at the same time
with thin aluminum stands
next to them
holding bags of poison
to fight
what the poison
they continued
to inhale
had done
to them
already.

Overheard at the bike shop:
“What’d he call me?”
“Vanilla.”
“Why’d he call me Vanilla?”
“I dunno. Some kind of put down I guess. Trying to say you’re bland or something.”
“How’d he know vanilla was my favorite flavor?”
“Vanilla is your favorite flavor?”
“Are you kidding. Vanilla might just be the greatest flavor of all time.”
And so it [...]

Recovery
My pain is with me always.
It is the last thing I feel before I fall asleep,
and the first thing I feel when I wake up.
When I get up from this chair,
it’ll take me a minute to gather myself.
The pain will be there.
It is always there,
waiting for me.

Pump
I’m standing around,
killing the grass.
A guy walks in the bike shop.
I ask him how’s it going
or some shit,
if he needs help finding anything.
He is here to see the pumps.
I walk with him
and I show him the display.
There are two choices:
These are the small pumps,
portable,
that you can take with you when you ride.
These are floor pumps,
that [...]

Cold Lid
This toilet seat lid
is far from comfortable
as I stare down at the patterns
in the linoleum hall bath
trying to reel in the fading wisps
of the last great poem I wrote in my sleep
and lost in my consciousness.

Our place in the world
Does writing anything about it make it easier?
I’ll answer that later I suppose.
Or,
at least,
I hope I will
All my friends are hitting the wall.
Is it the weather, the time of year?
The fact we’re all getting older?
We’re all seeking out happiness,
our place in this world.
I only hope we can all find it,
wherever and [...]

Knock
Sometimes you’ve got to knock life around,
before it knocks you around.
It’s one or the other.
Him or me.

A sled
My wife
turned toward me
the other morning
asked me
do you
want to
get our thing
and see if it sleds?
What thing?
I asked.
She looked at me
and said
simply
a sled.

From: Fitty
Subject: Friday Haiku
I know that I’m not an “official” contributor, but…
We drank with Leche
He drank Bud, we drank Bourbon
What a puss, he sucks!!
Yes. Yes he does.

Fraud
I am afraid of writing
of committing to it
giving myself over.
Its not terribly easy
you know
digging that deep
putting it all on paper.
sharing it all.
for the whole world to see.
I’m afraid they’ll all
point and laugh
once they
figure out I’m a fraud.
Maybe
they already know.
And
if they can accept it
why can’t I?