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UNDERGROUND VOICES: POETRY
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DAN PROVOST
Self Destruction I’ve tried to walk the path Of different drummers who’s Backbeat never could Erase the bruises on my Soul I’ve been neglecting… And, if I have to be true To myself…the dagger stains That I try so hard to hide from Everybody are beginning to scar… Meet me halfway at a chanceful Death…the rhythm along the Byways of hurt provide the last Note of secular presence. But I kind of want to drink the cup of Hemlock sometimes—and lie face down In a forgotten mine field. Where my escape can be private… Where I’ll never be known… When my final hours can be somewhat pure yet combustible… Saturday, June 21’st in Front of the Worcester Library We are all the seducers of want… Waiting for the library to open for that one opportunity for a final kill… Sickness takes the mind sometimes and reads isolation as a worthy place of tranquility… It never seems that way however on a warm June day when the homeless stagger and wait… for a place to rest their head for an hour Dan Provost is 44 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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