Half Drunk Muse Poetry


Barstool Opinion by Dan Provost

Liars are free
to roam the earth

at a snail’s pace.
While they greet

onlookers and well-wishers
with venom.

Playing the game
in their undersized shirts

bragging how the
world will be theirs

with their own version
of confident aggression.

Style, with the
plastic profile.

The meek are prisoners
of their own devices.

While they cower
in the corner

Seeking faceless
pity in the midst

of rancid guzzlers
and cold-cut queenies.

Passion avoids them
at every turn.

Trying to escape
nineways sidewards…

View bio for Dan Provost Published in All Poems 1999-2004

About HDM

Half Drunk Muse was one of the first poetry ezines. It was founded in 1999 and ceased publication in 2006.

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