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Suburban Blue Funk

In a vault we assume tranquility

with dullness a kind of recompense

& labor       the effects of a misplaced cause

while sleeping vague       amid our roots

have babies       the ultimate self-encounter

let’s buy a house!       a suburb pricks up its ears

& then the weeks pass       into catalogues

& neighbors known       for their petty thievery

a venomous park       a belligerent sidewalk

a woman swaying and moaning       droving her


chipped hands       belly seams

a hearse like a butcher       cutting off heads

rain on passive grins       rooftops saying

their prayers

eyes of blue funk       clothes stretched beyond


finally       that old mined-out look       scarred

landscape smile

the family have arrived       fetch the mortality

About John Grey:

John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident, recently published in New World Writing, North Dakota Quarterly and Lost Pilots. Latest books, ”Between Two Fires”, “Covert” and  “Memory Outside The Head” are available through Amazon. Work upcoming in California Quarterly, Seventh Quarry, La Presa and Doubly Mad.

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