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Poetry about Cancer. An "X-ray" of Berry's two flings with Multiple Myeloma condensed into haikus. Except where he fudges-out of the haiku syllable-count strait jacket, then calls them cell phone texts, or telegrams or poemettes if in a poodle mood. Or finger sandwiches in which the baloney is bigger than the bread. Sometimes he raps.
First fling with Miss Myeloma -- Blind date with Miss Mysterious Marmalade -- Time now to know God -- Mylo mistress, sis, baby, and Miss Mysterious -- Jesus Christ ups -- Chemo lite 6-pack -- Prayer 911 are you there -- Chembo Rambo meets Miss Mylo -- Zen cancer saloon -- Mylo never knocks but -- Doctor death sleep specialist on call -- Myeloma cathedral & spa -- First remission champagne -- Silly putty again silly -- Doubt is the route, maybe the way -- Keep your worry warts to yourself -- Bubble trouble double rubble -- Grief stares stoned as Egypt's big cat -- Hope's your rope-a-dope -- Fate's dumb as chalk dust on your feet -- Hap happens happiness -- Second fling with Mylo my old friend -- Mylo rewed me so quietly my bed -- Hope fattens on air despair -- Tony's tombstone toothache -- Navel balloon knot -- Pee pee poo poo -- Second remission new and improved champagne -- Cancer's black silhouette suit -- Sunny cat purrs prayer -- Thanks thin girl with the nice o o's -- Goodbye rose that flinched -- Bullshitologist moonlights -- Venusologist tries wig on under skirt -- Last words read these and skip the rest -- Benediction by Anon and anonymous amen.