the sound of gravel under my sneakers
the cat sneezes
cigarette butts
who cares
I’m outta sync
I’m a dapper monster
the quiet blank of days passing
I’m sick of you occupying space in my head
I’m just sick of you
I need a water
torture
self careless
I’ve been down lower
than you even can fathom
I wish I had the money to get to Vermont
to somewhere secret
I’m fussing
I’m depressed
I don’t even wanna go to Vermont
I’m falling face forward
endlessly
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.
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