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Poetry: The Illusion of Movement


The Illusion of Movement

Stop trying to be clever
and just show her what you’ve got
before the tea goes cold and she goes home. 189 more words

Greg Janetka

Poetry: These days are frauds


These days are frauds

The brass enters slowly
a few layered notes
tightening my body
sending me years in the past
where phones didn’t know your name… 67 more words

Greg Janetka

Poetry: Dirty magazines and buried memories

Dirty magazines and buried memories

Without random connections what kind would we have?
Where would we make toast
or burn old tax returns
and letters from lovers who never loved us? 82 more words

Greg Janetka

Poetry: Black and white dresses and spilled drinks

Black and white dresses and spilled drinks

When you leave
make it a day
where the sun is bright
and I can’t see straight.
Make it a joke, 6 more words

Greg Janetka

Poetry: Balancing the Scales

Balancing the Scales

It’s a nice try
but that softshoe routine
isn’t gonna work on me anymore.
Not as long as your hair
remains that long… 159 more words

Greg Janetka

Poetry: Trade

Trade

Fine, let’s barter then.
My life for an introduction
to the seargeant-at-arms
and ten minutes
in the wishing well.

Alright, but bygone days
may intercede… 103 more words

Greg Janetka

Poetry: Draw

Draw

Let’s not play our hands
too close to the chest
but instead let them
fall,
caress,
converse,
converge,
explore
every silent auction
and every moviegoer… 55 more words

Greg Janetka