pineapple’s poem for thursday – The Hemophiliac

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The Hemophiliac

I don’t think that you can stop the bleeding.
All that pressure you muster
is only making things worse.
The blood is beginning to puddle
and the color in his face is fading.
“Somebody call 911.”

It is the same thing today
as it was yesterday.
He should have stayed home.
He should have stayed home.

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About Pineapple

He tried to call himself, "Malibu." But, you know the rules - you don't get to pick your own nickname. The word "pineapple" came to mind. Sorta tropical, spikey & rough, sweet on the inside. And so a nickname was born. "Bike mechanic, poet, sage, former collegiate hockey star. Ok, maybe not a star." (This should really be updated. He works for New Belguim now.) "i am full time bicycle mechanic, and all around nice guy. like to ride bikes, but not very far. like poetry, candle-light dinners, and short walks on the beach. i don't like getting hassled, and i don't like capitalization." Fort Collins, Colorado, USA