Shit Walk
I have to go on my shit walk this morning
no caffeine in the house
no car to drive to the gas station
I’m a dangling turd
slumping down the road
in a medication haze,
my eyes filled with the powder of pills
the sun so bright
nothing but glare
traffic pushes me to the side of the street
I feel like blacktop
by the time I get to the gas station
I must really look like shit
that’s what the attendant tells me anyway
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Daniel J. Flore III’s writings have appeared in many publications. He is the author of 4 books of poetry from GenZ Publishing. The latest is titled Pink Marigold Rays.