by Joseph Altamore
shouting at the
deflated soccer ball:
“you stupid ball!you have no right!
knowledge of reality
does not leave room for sadness! what’s more,how can a mere ball express itself
so much more readily and easily
than I? I long for the ability
to simply become flat in order to
express every facet of my
you bastard! you fuck!”
needless to say
the neighbor kids
I walked back
Joseph Altamore is an emerging poet from Rockford, IL. His work is usually prose style poetry. He has been writing for four years but only very recently decided to submit his work for publishing. So far, he has been published in an online publication named Dead Snakes.