when my brain is idle
trying to think of poetry

i end up thinking about sex instead
then i write a poem about sex

other times if i can’t think of anything
i just sit there thinking about sex

until i can’t take it anymore

and I write in my journal:
FUCK ME PLEASE

but i barely ever get laid
not even by the words

Image Credit:ROMAN ODINTSOV

Daniel J. Flore III’s poems have appeared in many publications.  His fifth poetry book, WRITTEN IN THE DUST ON THE CEILING FAN, can be found here.