FLY
NEWEST FLY
You mother fucker
I know how you’re reading this. One hand on the phone, one hand on your life like it’s a drink you don’t really like but you already paid…
NEWEST FLY
I know how you’re reading this. One hand on the phone, one hand on your life like it’s a drink you don’t really like but you already paid…
RECENT FLY
JESUS CATCHING ME WITH MY PANTS OFF when the second coming arrives with a trumpet call I’ll bet I get caught playing with mine JESUS CATCHING ME…
RECENT FLY
look in a mirror you are you on polished silver slowly tarnishing
RECENT FLY
It is early October supple branches & pliant leaves on native bushes are stiffening it’s time for me to start wearing long pants to prevent scratching my legs…

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I wrote this for you, asshole
By Daniel J. Flore III
I wrote this for you, asshole because you parked and took up two spaces so I am taking…
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I
a good talking to
a man sees his reflection
in the still water
this is how you look
to others
a fish jumps
this is how you look
when you talk
to yourself
you crazy motherfucker
II
comeuppance
a man takes himself out
behind the woodshed
cuts a switch
from the peach tree
that he planted
to attract the girls
& shouts, so you think
you are so smart
III
a good what for
a man opens the refrigerator
grabs a beer
he is hungry
hops & barley are food enough
there are tools in the garage
he understands better than himself
& a good what for
begins with a hammer
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