John Rockk-Fiordelisi Poet Free verse

Every Day

Any night
I serve up my fat
Drunken weary soul
In sweaty verbs
To the gods
Not real. 
I sit ever fatter
Licking prayers
And books of prayers 
Pretending 
I am a genius. 
I deal cards
In a game I've not learned
And coat candy 
In licorice kisses,
To dance, for naught,
And spark no more
And leap so short,
For eternity and a day.

♡Like0

Share Poem

---

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Daniel Henry Rodgers November 13, 2025 at 7:19 AM Hello John, How incredibly raw and compelling. I was immediately struck by that opening image of serving up your "fat / Drunken weary soul / In sweaty verbs," it's such a visceral and self-deprecating way to describe the struggle of creation and meaning. Powerful! Autumn Blessings, John, Daniel

Daniel Henry Rodgers November 13, 2025 at 7:18 AM Hello John, How incredibly raw and compelling. I was immediately struck by that opening image of serving up your "fat / Drunken weary soul / In sweaty verbs," it's such a visceral and self-deprecating way to describe the struggle of creation and meaning. Powerful! Autumn Blessings, John, Daniel