I am that tortured
boy that you look away from.
Yea, ruin…
Gives the gift enhanced
in blind detail.
Sunday, hatred
of me being meek.
I’m proud to
announce that I
died yesterday…
These words expanded
from my body and
fell through the sidewalk
Into the sewer…
Nobody cared…
Nobody even looked
for my soul that
flew away on the
day of my birth.
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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