I’m still suckin air
big Bob says
when I ask him how he’s
doing

to be funny I say that sucks

he doesn’t get the pun
and thinks I may wish him ill will

get it
sucks?
as in the sucking of the air?

but he still doesn’t get it
and is getting more annoyed

it’s at this moment
I wish I wasn’t sucking air

when he takes his first swing at my gut

my wish is granted

Selected byLawrence George
Image credit:Eberhard Groosgasteiger
Daniel J. Flore III

Daniel J. Flore III’s fifth book of poetry is WRITTEN IN THE DUST ON THE CEILING FAN and it can be found here.