Archive for February, 2008

Poem: Smoking Kills


Two skeletons, locked together in what appeared to be
an embrace, of sorts; actually, truth was,
when flesh was on bone, they’d trapped themselves
into an endless cycle of give and take and give back,

give and take and give back, and give, and take…

Yeah. Like that.

Two skeletons, one holding a cigarette, the other
a lighter, the disposable kind; see, thing was,
he’d asked her for a lighter at the exact same moment
she’d asked him for a cigarette, meaning, of course,

if he passed the cigarette and she passed the lighter,
she’d be without the lighter but she’d have the cigarette,
he’d have the lighter but no cigarette to light, and they
would be back at square one, only reversed:

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Friday, February 29th, 2008

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Update on the chickens


All the ex-battery hens now put themselves to bed at night, which means no more hysterical laughter when they give my beloved (but not me) the runaround. Hermione, the smallest of the ladies, demands a cuddle every time I open the nest-boxes. Yes, I said a cuddle. That bird has been an eye-opener. She craves affection, and gives it right back. Hyacinth, on the other hand, is a she-cockerel. All the girls are putting on weight, stretching their wings, scratching on the ground… It’s a pleasure to watch them discover a good life beyond the torture chambers…

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Friday, February 29th, 2008

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