Saturday, November 18, 2023

Settled By Dan Provost

 

You played the

role of bottom-

feeder too many times.

 

Carved the callouses in

your hands, then reaching out

for quarters and sympathy.

 

You trend with the

lower half…deciding

that the “crowd” loves

the misfit.

 

The guy who has

to fight so many obstacles

just to survive.

 

The plight is a

familiar one, and I’m

not reading any more

Bukowski.

 

Save the sad booze

for groupie in-laws

who regard every

day you take a step

 

as an heroic act.

 




Dan Provost's poetry has been published throughout the small press for a number of years.  Some recent publications include: Ariel Chart, Poetical Review, Merak Magazine, Oddball Magazine, Deuce Coupe, Misfit Magazine, the Rye Whiskey Review, Cajun Mutt Press and the Dope Fiend Daily.  He has two books coming out in 2020.  Under the Influence of Nothingness by Kung Fu Treachery Press and Rattle of a Realizer, published by Whiskey City Press.  He lives in Berlin, New Hampshire with his wife Laura and dog Bella.


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