Poop Scoops & Leashes
A whole
species of
animal has
had its
instinct
to run
suppressed
while a
handful of
humans get
rich making
poop scoops
& leashes.
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poop scoops & leashes
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climbing the ladder of success
Climbing the Ladder of Success
He fought
his way
to the
top on
a pack
of Rolaids
& 20
push-ups
a day.
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snow in the mountains
Snow in the Mountains
Finally,
snow in
the mountains.
We may
not have
to wage
a water
war on
the next
state over
after all.
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cheating the medical profession out of his life’s savings
Cheating the Medical Profession out of His Life’s Savings
Knowing that
he had
terminal cancer
he doused
the interior
of his
car with
gasoline &
drove it
off a
high cliff,
striking a
match
on the
way down.
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why they leave
Why They Leave
I can’t really blame them for pulling out on me, for waving their little lace hankies from the railing on the top deck of the cruise ship as it weighs anchor, a tall dark stranger standing behind them with a hand on their shoulder, wearing a fedora and a bloused scarf, puffing a pipe, me on the wharf below, a stevedore for all practical purposes.
They always had a pained look in their eyes when they announced they were leaving, pained and skittish, as if they were about to bolt, which they were. They wished things had worked out differently, but – and then they’re gone.
They say I’m not who they thought I was when we first met, but I’m exactly who they thought I was, they just didn’t know what it takes to be that, day-in and day-out.
What they need is romance and security, and they sail off to find it.
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outdistancing the inevitable
Outdistancing the Inevitable
Fear is
genetic
you’re
a hotbed
of impulse
a jumble
of terrifying
experience
going back
to the
Big Bang
& every
seven years
every cell
in your
body gets
ripped
to shreds.
But where
do they
go these
vanquished
cells with
their genetic
payload?
Do they
turn into
music?
Google &
Apple &
all our
apps &
technology
are attempts
to go
faster than
light &
outdistance
the inevitable.
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