Diverted by John Grey [Poetry]

Diverted

despite what I know,

drumless,

from all expectations,

eating those skins

Gary and I meet secretly like bandits.

Gary’s wildness demands easy money.

one who goes

chants “Someday, someday,

shows me the silverware

he stole from his parents,

his great crime begins with

holding it tight as

hour after hour after hour,

I breathe air like rubbing

I have my somedays too

I hear crickets persistent as raindrops,

if he’s still quick enough on his feet.

this will end with

me rolling in the stuff.

 

by John Grey

  • John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident. Recently published in the Homestead Review, Poetry East and Columbia Review with work upcoming in Harpur Palate, the Hawaii Review and North Dakota Quarterly.

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