FRESHFLY
NEWEST FLY
big toe haiku
My feet are tender but not legal currency What’s a big toe worth?
FRESHNEWEST FLY
My feet are tender but not legal currency What’s a big toe worth?
FRESHRECENT FLY
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…
FRESHRECENT FLY
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…
FRESHRECENT FLY
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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Her motivation was simple enough. “Why should the kids get all the presents?” a red-clad woman said as…
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My virginity is still lost somewhere in Athens, Greece.
After serving my hippie time
for marijuana possession
I admit I was happy that prisons exist.
I didn’t need rehabilitation then
like so many of those assholes.
I must have driven drunk a thousand times
after my military discharge
without getting a DUI.
A cop in Phoenix in the early 70s
turned on his lights
& he had me follow him to a 24 hour coffee shop
& he told the waitresses
to make sure I drank a pot of coffee
before I got back in my car.
My caffeinated thank yous
to waitresses everywhere.
I went to India on a spiritual pilgrimage after I got sober.
I worry less as a result.
I told my VA boss to go fuck himself
but I said it in a way to help him improve his supervisory skills.
A surgical scar on my nose gives me street cred,
my 4 divorces gives some women
the impression that I’m a stud.
My homegrown tomatoes are the sweetest,
my pasta sauce the tastiest.
I grow mint & parsley to make my own tabouli.
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75 pieces. Nine years of poetry, fiction, art, humor and other things that probably should have been supervised.

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