I was here gazing
you were moping shuffling doom’s deck
missing none of three 3-dimensional blue
in your chair you read from long-dead poets
I listened to the first & best of things
you were schooled by the end the coffin blows
a gardenia in a terra-cotta pot stood upright
against the expression of your face
insinuated self-harm
on Buddha’s gold highway thumbed a ride
your true religion demanded one shovelful at
a time
sunlight & geese sermon silent running
commentary
you dripped like boots by a door
About John Grey:
John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident, recently published in New World Writing, North Dakota Quarterly and Lost Pilots. Latest books, ”Between Two Fires”, “Covert” and “Memory Outside The Head” are available through Amazon. Work upcoming in California Quarterly, Seventh Quarry, La Presa and Doubly Mad.
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