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WRITTEN IN THE DUST ON THE CEILING FAN

Sample poem from the chapbook-

MARLA’S PALL MALLS

she used to sit on her bed
with a pack of Pall Malls on a TV tray
and go outside in an old teeshirt and short shorts to smoke
she'd wince at me and say
When are you gonna shave that shit off your face?
You're such a handsome boy Danny
and I'd rub my face
and feel ugly and beautiful
at the same time
 
Douglas Goodwin said:
All right. I'm convinced. That is a great review and MARLA’S PALL MALLS is certainly what I'm looking for. So I'm on the Amazon site and I'm about to buy the Kindle edition of WRITTEN IN THE DUST ON THE CEILING FAN (I have enough paper around here), so I pause to click the "by Daniel Flore" link and I see that they seem to think that you wrote the German edition of The Feminist Porn Book. I had no idea:

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No I didn’t write that one. Haha. Thanks for your support. I hope you enjoy the chapbook. Makes me feel good that you were interested in it. I’d love to hear your thoughts on it.
 
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Another sample poem from the chapbook-

I’ll GET YOU INTO A MULTI MILLIONAIRE'S POOL PARTY

Roger said he could get me into a multimillionaire’s pool party
with Jimmy Buffet playing
alcohol
and paradise

but I don’t want to go
I’d just be daydreaming of talking to the girls in bikinis without ever
doing it,
wondering who was taking drugs,
and if they could tell I was crazy and poor

then when the multimillionaire would say “Who the hell are you?”
I’d have to say “Exactly” back to him
and kiss the chlorine off his ass


(First published in Clock Radio)
 
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