Friday, June 26, 2020

Word Envy? by Dan Provost

An honest measure
of my worth is
scribbled on dead highways.

Adjectives, failed metaphors
and final song lyrics

All regurgitated…

Stolen…

From the bottom of whiskey bottles.

Words colored in crayon…

Attempted, tried, observed.
jotted, heard—failed.

Seen by maybe five or ten
other searchers who also

looked for faith
or
passion.

No more to be
steepened in awkward
tradition…

But another paper
jester.

Doomed to concede…
Fixer of
           nothing.







Dan Provost has been published throughout the small press for many years.  He is the author of nine books and lives in Berlin, New Hampshire with his wife Laura






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