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Poetry: She was drunk, I was sober


She was drunk, I was sober

These rings under my eyes aren’t getting any less lonely.
Her face remained frozen with a look I had seen 15 years before. 74 more words

Greg Janetka

Poetry: As Long As Time Permits


As Long As Time Permits

As long as time permits, let’s sit here, okay?
Who gets to say if it is permitting or not?
Whoever wants to. 134 more words

Greg Janetka

Poetry: The words all sound the same


The words all sound the same

There are notes that conform with letter writing
and there are syllables that change with the light
and the involuntary pain of flying… 141 more words

Greg Janetka

Poetry: With loves like these who needs art


With loves like these who needs art

The soft beauty of the harsh landscape unfolds like a surrealist kiss, rolling, expectant, lasting. Horizon line proceeds beyond horizon line, ever building upon each other as far as the eye can see. 198 more words

Greg Janetka

Poetry: Habit


Habit

When you reach for the cupboard make sure it is empty. Denying brings nothing but moments to capture and devilishly dance with. Distance knows no solid ground, tread it a million times but the soil still won’t be good for growing. 104 more words

Greg Janetka

Poetry: 3 years and two cities short

3 years and two cities short

When you handed me back
all the days we’d spent
I choked on road trips,
birthday gifts, Christmas cookies, 37 more words

Greg Janetka

Poetry: Serenade


Serenade

When you told me your secrets
I laughed
and was charming
and didn’t believe a word of it.

Greg Janetka