Thursday, January 12, 2023

To Hell with Words by Dan Provost

You can only
describe so many
times how sad you are.
 
How the world seems to
be in such a hurry to
cut your balls off—
 
That tears are a waste.
 
Violence runs rampant
behind your neighbor’s fence.
 
Only so many phrases explaining
how you hurt.
 
Before, you lose ambition—
accept another rejection.
 
Give up
& crawl off to die—without
needy acceptance from poems,
love, hate, or envy.






A former collegiate offensive lineman and football coach for 26 years, Dan Provost’s poetry has been published both online and in print since 1993.  He is the author of 15 books/chapbooks.  His latest, Wolf Whistles Behind the Dumpster was released by Roadside Press in November 2022.  He has been twice nominated for The Best of the Net and has read his poetry throughout the United States.  He lives in Berlin, New Hampshire with his wife Laura, and dog Bella.

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