Greg McGreevy
Greg McGreevy lives in Baltimore and writes poetry. His work has recently featured in West Trade Review, Straylight Literary Arts Magazine, The Finger Literary Journal, and Sonder Midwest.
something, anything
There was nothing about the loneliness that was redeeming
in shielding the eyes from those crooked, invisible arrows
That flame that caresses the wood it is devouring
and the humble transmigration awash in cosmic background radiation
That sweet hush cooing turgid deposits into the fleshy lobe of your ear
where the boundaries of morality flap haplessly like a tattered flag in a strong wind
we are to be the latest incarnation of a line of mishaps and mutations
a song whose stanzas rhyme, but not repeat, droning incessantly, fingering the orifices
searching for something, anything
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