Three Legged Chair

Friend and I took quite a few shots
and took bets on which chair would win
the race.

I supported the one with three legs
citing aerodynamics
and took off my shirt
just like a wild fan.

Friend sunk another shot
in front of the others,
screamed, "Sick!"
and squiggled away.

Found out later, friend stole my shirt
and when I asked the bartender
if he knew any sad stories,

he glanced through a glass
and shook his head yes.

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I subscribe to more news…
yet you seem to be blessed
with more than six, no seven,
active Personal Correspondences
or APCs,
if you are falling
in a rush.

But look!
The pride of my menus!

A password protected letter
which has gone on for two
years, back

   and

       forth

Like waves
of a crystal beach
in my memories

Like an argument
played best
during a summer
lightning storm

May I compare my inbox
with you?
I promise I'll not open this
unless you want me to.