three by
daniel j flosi
wants you to smile esp.
through from under
prickly interiors it’s all
beats and no clue what
his makeup is
mosquito bites mostly
who’s got the gumption
for it toed by it’s own
free wheel cluster
close closer ot’s held
together by gavl
no it’s not a ssimulation
it’s a conspiracy
simpulation prescribes
pwerfection you grasp
fluid like rattle
to raspo plotted thick
bare knuckle and boweld
and its soon forgettable face
towards the sea
swept foam questioning
visible tines
supposes then random sets
amongst semi-automatic
conductor spray
had no fig
to suck
leveraging grasp
such as
canted and feeble
and other indicatives
taurine coaxed
ribeyes
comomon threads
save for
flocks flax fleas
daniel j flosi is a fire systems technician, poet and bookmaker living in Rock Island, IL where he manages Stone Corpse Press. Check out his chapbook, Video Assisted Referees (C22 Press) and micro chapbook Grains (Ghost City Press). daniel j flosi at instagram. daniel j flosi at ē·rā/tiō.