Surreal and maybe sober

He’s climbing on roofs of inane buildings, shouting at God to massacre the
scarred that walk zombie like…life going through a motion to a motion.

Senseless with a cry of disdain from the almighty, recovering balance on the
steep incline that holds a cross, a statue of Jesus, and an angel watching
over the multitudes that stumble from store to store…from gambling goose to
stoic walk.

Everybody overrates their internal strife—Kathy Lee, Oprah, Eminem… their
woes are just cannon fodder for the greasy tabloids.

And old Henry will still yell his song on rooftops at 2 PM, when the moon
only peaks through wispy skies and residue from a bloody corpse will stain
the sidewalk in front of the Main Street General Store.

Yea, I’ll carefully glide by, skirt out of the way and join the fallout

About the past

She’s sometimes seductive…
sometimes shaky…
While entering the tunnel of doom.

The booming cat-calls from
the jolly old timers convince
her to maintain a passionate
view on sultry flirting.

A couple of drinks in her
and you may get the

-You’re looking for-

Assuring herself that beauty
never leaves…
-It only hibernates from time to time-

Dan Provost is 41 years old and reads a lot of poetry. Some of his favorites include:
Bukowski, Lyn Lyfshin, RC Edrington, JJ Campbell, and Arthur Rimbald. He has been
published in numerous poetry e-zines and small print magazines.

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