John Grey

It’s all make-believe, I assure you.
From the gut? No, that’s not poetry,
that’s bile.
From the heart?
My heart’s a two-lane highway for blood,
nothing more.

I invent people
and I throw them into
made-up situations.
It’s my head that’s doing it.
It gets no kudos
but it doesn’t complain.

I hear it all the time:
how excruciating that must
have been for you—
your honesty is estimable—
I’m surprised you can
bear to dip one toe in the
Atlantic Ocean ever again.

I write this thing
about a kid who falls
into a threshing machine.

Do you miss him?
I hear from someone.
They don’t get it.
It’s not a real kid.
But I’m definitely the blade.

About the Author

John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident, recently published in Sheepshead Review, Poetry Salzburg Review and Hollins Critic. Latest books, “Leaves On Pages” and “Memory Outside The Head” are available through Amazon. Work upcoming in Lana Turner and International Poetry Review.