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My feet are tender but not legal currency What’s a big toe worth?
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MONDAY, OCT 19, 2026 · FOUR FLIES IN ROTATION
Four recent flies
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the machine is sorry
The machine apologized again. Very polished. No spelling mistakes. Almost tender. It had just spent an hour doing exactly what I told it not to do. The men…
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RECENTLY LANDED
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On Taking a Risk
I met a woman while standing in line inside a dispensary She told me she carries a gun in her purse along with the cash needed to fill…
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CAUGHT IN THE ACT
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Three poems about my asshole
1. a clean bill of health the doctor told me to roll onto my side i asked if we could get to know each other first she said…
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Fly Swatter
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A quick hit of micro-fiction. Click the fly. Five clean hits and civilization is briefly restored.
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Her motivation was simple enough. “Why should the kids get all the presents?” a red-clad woman said as…
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Things to do instead of behaving.
Blind Date With a Poem
No title. No author. Read first; meet the culprit afterward.
Lance, I'd like you to meet Dick Dick.
Ah...pleasure to meet you, Mr. Dick.
The pleasure is mine. Call me Dick.
Dick...yes, of course...Dick.
I understand you're a writer.
Well, I dabble.
I see, most impressive. I'm a dick.
Pardon?
A private eye, a gumshoe: a dick.
Oh! Interesting job!
It pays the bills. Ah...here comes Mrs. Dick...
Dick darling, I'm so distressed!
Do tell, Delores.
Well, it's my book club. I...but who is this?
It's Lance, he's a writer. Lance...Delores Dick.
My pleasure, Mrs. Dick.
Please...call me Delores.
Delores. You have a book club?
Yes, she does. Wonderful really.
But Dick, I'm so distressed.
Darling, why?
Our next author. He's so verbose. So sordid.
Dick wait, I think I know. Delores, is it....
Yes, dear boy: Dickens.
So Much Dick
by Lance Jencks
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The First Infestation
2017—2025
75 pieces. Nine years of poetry, fiction, art, humor and other things that probably should have been supervised.
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