Poems by Rg Gregory
the river at whitebrook
... before priapus found its tongueand every flowing girl ...
doughnut denial
... with you great circe in your birthday playluckily i have no envy of doughnuts ...
sacked
... carve themselves prayers and praisesthe fog comes to my window ...
new age
... the sun eats us up and renews usinside me am i turning to stone ...
ducks and wisdom
... .... takes pain to sauerkraut such schmaltzingthe patch we're stuck in's our best endeavour ...
agapanthus - african lily
... distance) bestow rather than demandmy flowers voice outwards - trumpets ...
the man the gun and the dog
... by invisible cordsthe man went on walking - for days the man stood stunned in the thick mist ...
cherries and birds
... for human beaks to gorge oncherries in baskets though ...
your tiger
... of darkness and the new moon)in your night's hollow ...
joy-notes
... images simply of your inner compulsionswhen the time comes ...
absinthe and stained glass
... forbidden thought soon rips its gag offstained glass (you think) must be bystander ...
the room
... towards me over the hard lockall the time someone is calling my namesometimes the door is open ...
the adventures (from frederick and the enchantress dance drama)
... forcing his sagging limbs through the mangled danger till almost beyond redemption beyond self-care ...
as the snow fell
... without touching a flakeneedless to say ...
two thursdays
... the son - he was just standing therethe old man was showing his birthday cards ...
