oh my eyeless son
rippling flashings tell
some busted icy speeches
as supermarket brands
stuff the blind canal -
parallel sheets of wind
rock the dawn
thrash the light,
travel vibrant with your words -
sit back and watch you
wander in them –
one sharp blast
and you will shatter –
you feel like all those
who can only know
the lineal thunders –
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John Grey is an Australian born poet. Recently published in International Poetry Review, Chrysalis and the science fiction anthology, Futuredaze with work upcoming in Potomac Review, Sanskrit and Fox Cry Review.
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