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DAN PROVOST
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 line… 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 response. -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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