Dan Provost on the Other Side of the
groin trouble
The poetry editor said he wanted stuff from "the gut,"
words that would "kick him in the balls."
I've been kicked by the best in the world and none of them were
reciting poetry while my nads turned the color of the rainbow.
When you sit down, analyze, and figure out why the poet writes
his or her shit--a harsh realization comes to the forefront...This
is all we have...the next 20, 30, 40 years is it.
I'm sure there was no greeting at the pearly gates for Bukowski,
Poe, or Ginsberg and the rest who dared to spill the blood.
Just the rotting of bodies--bodies of those who ran the train to the limit.
How's that for a kick in the balls.
© Copyright Dan Provost 2005