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Greg Feb 2019
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Maybe it’s time
Maybe it’s fine
Maybe it’s God
Maybe it’s not
Maybe it’s odd
Maybe it’s shock

But maybe, just maybe it’s me
And maybe, just maybe it’s you
And maybe, just maybe it’s us
But maybe, just maybe it’s lust
And maybe I wish
And maybe I hitch
And maybe you hide
And maybe you lie

And maybe the maybes

May be a little overused

But maybe this was just overdue
Greg Jan 2019
Judge Duty, am I rude to intrude?
Usually, I would but I'm a muse--
Courtesies of the court of law
Courting casually the camel' straw.

But your court is lawless!
For all that you pretend to stand for
Your sand fort will not stand war.
You do not stand for justice!

Right and wrong in a juxtaposition
Following what's right with a surgeon's precision...

Demands more than a human's deduction.
Greg Jun 2019
I have this—I have
Half and half, I wonder.
Wander my mind like thunder.
Folklore to my soul;
Bring soothing more.
I reason, do you?
Treason too new,
I say. I say.
Perhaps I’ll sit for today—
Another day than another.
Then, maybe then, I will slumber
Jolted by the Morse—tapping
My my and yours overlapping.
This is this and this is not.
I lisp the thick with an accent like ‘tis.
Fumble between realities,
Book cover after book I cover;
This is you child.
This is new child and old as time.
So is so and you live so.
May you sow a wistful note.
Greg Jan 2019
"What to eat?" we argued.
I was hungry from a day of reading,
And she was hungry from helping a refugee
"How about you help for once " she roared.  
Forgetting with anger that I fed her the day before.
Forgetting even more as her voice rose like the tides.
"Do you even understand how lucky you are?"
Thank ******* God we were born here I thought
While grabbing the last slice of pizza.
Greg Jan 2019
The water fell like light rain on his hair
Growing like roots, his veins
Spreading like leaves his hands--feet
He sprang alive after death and cold
A flower he became
Greg Mar 2019
I feel like God is a wheel of irony.
Is there a finality?
Final thoughts forged to finesse reality.
Simply a formality to flirt with my last breath.
What a morning to fall for Death.
Greg Jan 2019
Low notes with the act of sadness.
Even with the wittiest of Wit,
The clown plummets downwards
Drowning himself with a whole bottle.
He’ll show you a role model.

I’ll show you a role model.

The show grew with holes—puddles.
Where men with no feet hustled
With souls sold to the so-called devil.
Closing with applause.
I will be publishing work like these a lot. Spontaneous and erratic. I like to call these my medicine since they help me cope with life. Maybe you'll find something similar in these. I hope.
Greg Jan 2019
Write.
Right.
Right?
Yes
Greg Mar 2019
Yes
Can I have this dance?


Fruition halted by the temptation
A rotten apple for you the love doctor


Can I have this dance?


May we step on each others’ feet
Without care of the tempo or beat


Can I have this dance?


In this dog eats dog world
Dancing like fighter jets on a long walk


Can I have this dan—

— The End —