is it the wind in
my leg hair or did one more
fucking flea hop on?
like grizzly man i
try to be one with nature
until the fleas feast
when the fleas knaw on
the tender ankles of my
kids…fuck it–it’s war
i will be feeling
fleas on my skin long after
the sun has burned out
i am pretty sure
my personal hell will be
flea bites all night long
yes there is whiskey
in my coffee but i am
desperate & sad
because i wanted to cheer up mike and his haiku of sadness
i was determined to do some “real time” haiku throughout my day…however, it quickly morphed into my own battle with fleas. so–maybe it can be a “well at least i don’t have fleas!” kind of take on loneliness & heartache?
strangely
having fleas does kind of put things in perspective.
stay tuned…maybe i will move past my flea infestation at some point in the day….
also–totally check out mike’s manic word depot–it contains beautiful, heart wrenching writings & does not have fleas.
No guarantees on the lack of fleas
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Man, getting rid of fleas is a bitch. Lots and lots of flea bombs. Good luck!
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thanks. since vacuuming/cleaning is key to fighting fleas…i am not terribly optimistic. i did break down & go a chemical warfare route despite my ideals to keep it natural.
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Chemical warfare is the quickest solution. I wish there were an easier natural way🙁
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