And, after finally being
able to take a shit after
three weeks of suffering…
I stood up, turned to my left,
then, forgot what I was doing.
I threw a right jab in the air…out of frustration.
Swearing at Bukowski under my breath…
Saying to myself, “I would have taken that fat bastard
out with one punch…”
I bled on the toilet paper…
Hemorrhoids, or maybe just some leftover sadness…
Flushed, wiped off the sweat from my brow…
Picked up the book of poems I was reading by Alan Catlin…
Wishing I could be in the same stratosphere with the posey as him…
Sprayed the stench, for, my wife was coming home
from work soon…
Not yet diluted, but looking at the ceiling…
Waiting for the count.
The TKO…
That would afford me a chance
to leave
the game
for good.
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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