poet unable or unwilling to compute

var     1 divided by 3 = point 33333333333333333

while     point 33333333333333333 times 3 = not quite 1   //  assume Microsoft bugs

IF  not exactly(1)

THEN   i hate this shit

ELSE  echo ‘ple se send th  mis ing  p ece’

poet in seemingly perpetual state of rejection

the 2012 apocalypse

my need to diet

the mispronounced nuclear

flip-flops

moral high ground

live chat

eight-hour workday

newsertainment

ayn rand

have a nice day

refudiate

the comb-over

emoticons

retirement

perfection

“No.” as a complete sentence in answer to my question

Dear Harvey

I went to your memorial last Thursday but you were not there in your place was an old photo you on your horse full head of poorly cut hair accidentally hip. The woman spoke about energy, afterlife and rejoining your ancestors. While we bowed our heads you reached into your holster drew your revolver and took pot shots. If you didn't want your bronzed baby booties displayed in public you should've mentioned it while you had the chance, cowboy. Published in little bang, Volume 1, Number Read more [...]

My Last Visit

Cold meat covered in thin white cotton. One foot protrudes. Mouth agape, drools silently. Teeth removed, stored neatly on the roll-away table. As if you might get warm, or wake up and need to chew. Sourness—a look or a feeling? I'm not sure. Mislabeled television controls. I'll see what I can do to fix this error. Published in little bang, Volume 1, Number 1, 2008 Read more [...]

Kent

I love you, I told him Meals on wheels didn't come 'til three o'clock He's pissed I love you too, he said, trying to swallow it back down * Rewind, thirty years: Leisure suit and perm aside, Dad's never changed Trouble with women, he says, they just want to be happy He never remarried Thanksgiving with my Mom—Christmas with Dad I came home after college He was an old man * He reads glossy magazines Schools me on pop culture On his 78th birthday he asked for Moby Though lately Read more [...]