Family Planning

Stuart Hanson lit up a cigarette under the football bleachers while Johnny Teasdale kept his eyes open for the monitors. “Sure you don’t want one?”

“No thanks,” Johnny waved him off.

“Never too late to start.”

“First you’re a user and then a loser. What got you puffin’ in the first place?”

“Guy next door.”

“Isn’t your friend a loser too?”

“He’s not my friend, he’s my client. I’m his contractor. He’s a revenue source. Fixed the ice machine in his fridge, unclogged the toilet. Last weekend I spliced him into my parent’s cable TV. Gonna pay me by the month. Calls me Doc. Besides now that he’s got me smoking I’ve got to go over to his place just to enjoy these Marlboros. Always talking about his time in Afghanistan. Has these bad dreams.”

“I had a dream last night, but it was a good dream” Johnny took a whiff of second hand smoke. “Climbed up a mountain path along a stream, came to a pool where a naked woman was in a waterfall. My knees got weak, fell down in the water and then woke up with this cum all over my stomach.”

“Oh man,” Stuart butted out his smoke. “You never should have told me that.”

“Told you what?”

“About your wet dream.”

“And even though the woman didn’t turn around I’m sure it was Taryn.”

“No way, it wasn’t sweet ass Avery. You’re dreamin’ about your mom.”

“Don’t shit me.”

“Hold your horses cowboy. Happens to the best of us.”

“No way could that have been my mother.”

“Did you nod out in psych class or what? Remember that Freud dude? Everything’s either a cigar or a banana or a sausage. You probably walked in on your mother taking a shower when you were a kid. You need to learn to control your dreams so they don’t control you. Just gotta put some work into it.”

“Like what kind of work?”

“It’s not work like mowing the lawn. More like exercises. Start milking your ding dong.”

“I’ve heard it called beatin’ off or jackin’ off but how do you do it?”

“Do I need to draw a diagram? Get some Vaseline and an old sock to catch the dribble. Just some tips from a pro.”

“Won’t it cause cancer?”

“No, and besides it more fun than smoking.”

“Fun? Like How?”

“Like flog the log, choke the chicken, pump the pope.” Stuart rolled his eyes back in his head and stuck out his nicotine yellow stained tongue. “Fun like that.”




Casey Bush

Casey Bush is a long time Portland poet whose collection, Student of the Hippocampus, was published by Last Word Press in 2017. Casey is known to hunt mushrooms, throw the yo-yo, and push pawns. For many years he was a senior editor of The Bear Deluxe Magazine, exploring environmental issues through the graphic and literary arts. He currently writes reviews of avant-garde jazz for Audiophile Auditions. His poetry has most recently been featured in Oddball and Mad Swirl. His essay “Marcel Duchamp Gets Mugged by a Street Hustler” appeared in The Decadent Review (March 2021) and was translated into several languages. Casey recommends Chess for Success and SMART Reading.


Edited for Unlikely by Jonathan Penton, Editor-in-Chief
Last revised on Monday, May 9, 2022 - 13:54