all I can do
is go outside
with a cigarette
when my wife
is on the phone
talking about hurricanes
and how much
we’re in debt
I sit there nervously
puffing away
I keep my butts
in a big flowerpot
looking at it I see
my worry has bloomed
all I can do
is go outside
with a cigarette
when my wife
is on the phone
talking about hurricanes
and how much
we’re in debt
I sit there nervously
puffing away
I keep my butts
in a big flowerpot
looking at it I see
my worry has bloomed
Daniel J. Flore III’s fifth book of poetry is WRITTEN IN THE DUST ON THE CEILING FAN and it can be found here.
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