Poetry: Gut by Dan Flore III

GUT

I like poems that start in my sick head

they perfume the shit outta my cerebrum

I deal dopamine in my brain

I shoot up

my synapses go off like fireworks

the lines come in
waves
washing up
as ink
onto the paper shoreline

it’s all so calm

like a dazed out junkie
rocking back and forth

this one didn’t start in my head

it came
right onto the brutality of the empty page
it’s coming straight from my guts

I can feel it
see it

the way that deer
on the side of the road
being put down
saw the glint of sun
off the rifle

Dan Flore III’s writings have appeared in many publications. He is the author of 7 published poetry books.