{"id":12662,"date":"2019-06-15T06:32:12","date_gmt":"2019-06-15T04:32:12","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=12662"},"modified":"2019-06-15T08:37:24","modified_gmt":"2019-06-15T06:37:24","slug":"poems-by-john-grey","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=12662","title":{"rendered":"poems by John Grey"},"content":{"rendered":"

Winter Child<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

City\u2019s snowed in.<\/p>\n

No one\u2019s about.<\/p>\n

Nothing to do but admire the night sky<\/p>\n

through rippling red eyes.<\/p>\n

Not so much the stars.<\/p>\n

But the darkness that holds them in place.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

He lives below street level,<\/p>\n

a basement apartment.<\/p>\n

The window pane<\/p>\n

and a hovering streetlamp,<\/p>\n

take some of his face,<\/p>\n

reflect it back at him.<\/p>\n

There\u2019s just enough<\/p>\n

paleness to the cheeks,<\/p>\n

crimson to the lips,<\/p>\n

for him to recognize himself.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

It\u2019s bitter out.<\/p>\n

And icy as his mother\u2019s heart.<\/p>\n

His nightly alley-crawl<\/p>\n

is put on hold.<\/p>\n

There\u2019s no one to stalk.<\/p>\n

No clawing.<\/p>\n

His hands have nothing to do<\/p>\n

but rub together.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

He is very much<\/p>\n

a child of winter.<\/p>\n

But there\u2019s many a winter night<\/p>\n

when he cannot be that child.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Color-Bound<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The disease is killing me.<\/p>\n

My flesh is a pale yellow.<\/p>\n

My hair\u2019s turned aqua.<\/p>\n

My fingernails glow green.<\/p>\n

As for my eyes,<\/p>\n

what once was brown<\/p>\n

is now a myriad of colors,<\/p>\n

from red to black to blue,<\/p>\n

all swirling in the soup<\/p>\n

of my failing sight.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I\u2019m slipping away,<\/p>\n

begging the doctors<\/p>\n

to put me out of my misery.<\/p>\n

But they\u2019re enjoying the show too much.<\/p>\n

They even invite their colleagues in<\/p>\n

to witness my deadly transformation.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I\u2019m worth at least<\/p>\n

three papers to the academy,<\/p>\n

a spot on TV\u2019s \u201cIllness Of The Week\u201d,<\/p>\n

and a Nobel Prize<\/p>\n

if they ever find the cure.<\/p>\n

I\u2019d rather die<\/p>\n

but rotting green is nothing new to them.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The Master<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I say your name<\/p>\n

on those dark nights<\/p>\n

when clouds smother the moon and stars<\/p>\n

and branches bow solemnly<\/p>\n

at the insistence of drizzle<\/p>\n

and I am totally devoid<\/p>\n

of feeling for humanity,<\/p>\n

on my crazy watch<\/p>\n

in these isolated hours of the dead.<\/p>\n

If I could only see you,<\/p>\n

touch your robes,<\/p>\n

sigh in reverence,<\/p>\n

hear you speak<\/p>\n

from the hollows in your face,<\/p>\n

brow wizened,<\/p>\n

white columned bones<\/p>\n

poking through your cheeks,<\/p>\n

tongue sliding over your lips<\/p>\n

like a torpedo up its base.<\/p>\n

I say your name<\/p>\n

as drops slough like snakeskin<\/p>\n

from the rim of my chin.<\/p>\n

I am an irresolute, cold-hearted,<\/p>\n

cut-throat denizen of this netherworld.<\/p>\n

If only you knew<\/p>\n

where to find me.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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