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UNDERGROUND VOICES: POETRY
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JOHN GREY It's Friday Night And I'm Ready It’s my night, that thicket of experience Outbound traffic closes one book inbound is restless to open the next. In my head, covers fiddle with their binding. In my hands, a random script only I could make into a movie. I think poetry of all things like that’s the shade just in case it rains. Poetry and hotballs on the tongue. And the futile shadows of the last pedestrians closet campanologists and communist sympathizers all. What can you throw after eight p.m. that’s like a fastball but requires the human element? Or who can you meet like taking x-rays of their head and stomach? Australian born poet, US resident since late seventies. Works as financial systems analyst. Recently published in Slant, Briar Cliff Review and Albatross with work upcoming in Poetry East, Cape Rock and REAL. |
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