Two Poems
Daniel J Flosi
Canis Minor
unaware
of all
viewpoints
that make him
up suddenly
the empire
of Augustinian
crickets
delight subtly in
thin crisp air
rasping the spine
of hollow blades
whisper thin
he has assumed his
right to love
wandering
through fleeting
seasons
alone
with his thoughts
and he
does not
whine instead
lays in bed
waiting for
someone
to feed him
wild sunflowers
whiskey throated sunfields of generative
of sirenic
bludgeons many by the minute
machines that twirl our agonybones like tassels
caught in a flow this flow
of bitter rinds fibers which i call the US-61
pummeling
vein bursting into melon field
Daniel J Flosi is a technician and poet living in Rock Island, ILL. He edits at Black Stone / White Stone and publishes books at Stone Corpse Press.