Poems by Rg Gregory
grandeur
... ideas - it's the label stuckon the bottle after ...
there is a god
... of cotton wool and there is still ...
symptom
... or come in an old way to a new placeand there i think you will find me entering ...
owls and pussy cats and seven-year -old boys
... when told to wipe all his smart dreams off his facewhen told he can't have what his brother (eleven) ...
the watchers
... to be a blue spotthe watchers congratulated themselves upon the circle's ...
symbolically concerned
... which even now keeps thought under its thumbso much in self cries out to be made clear ...
in search of milk and paradise
... heeley (sheffield) autumn 1988dodging the broken bottles ...
silence of reading
... scuttling crablike to the shorei am lost to the spell of words ...
it was once called
... high in the mountainsit was once called love ...
reflections of caernarvon
... the hawk hangs the mountain leans forward out of the mistiii ...
the ordinary again
... i must labour so that others may find space for their estatesi am grasses told to lie down as lawn ...
art school
... by time i finish withthis yellow fickle lout ...
bone-fable
... the simple possibilities of eatingso it went on all day ...
on why it is necessary to talk kindly to frogs
... next door it said is not where we arethat night there was a full moon ...
snail and spiral
... the snail enjoys being aeons ampersandthe snail goes round and round and comes out where ...
