Owl and Racer and Coming Soon, Yesterday
Owl and Racer
Snake slithers through owl's wood,
So little witness does it take
To realize that realm of snake
Is now raptor's, and nothing could
Emphasize this more than dour hood
Of eyes, fearsome hoot, sudden shake
Of boughs in tall oak, racer quake
As new food chain is understood.
Sun crawls over red hills, the land
Scrapes off the last of waning day
Like snake skin, a change is at hand
From fang to talon, black to gray,
It's twilight, a shift in command
From reptile to bird of prey.
Coming Soon, Yesterday
There's a poster on the club wall for the show
I really want to see
but, only trouble is,
it happened three weeks ago.
There's my hero,
eyes throttled tight
and trumpet hanging out of his mouth
like a tongue going down on the music.
One show only. They have to tell me that.
And the date. Saturday August 2nd.
That was my life and I missed it.
Now I'm dead.
Why didn't they rip this damn thing down,
post up their placards for the shows
I have no interest in.
Mangy guitarists, gas-piped divas,
I would have moved slickly by
or maybe paused a moment
to leave a message on the answering machine
of their pumped up admission price list...
"Don't call back for love or money!"
I want to complain to the manager
about dreams destroyed.
But maybe he'll say the guy
will be back next year
so they're only dreams deferred.
And I feel sure that, knowing me,
I'll miss that one as well.
For me, the future's always been
this encore by the past.
And always the wrong act giving it.
John Grey is an Australian born poet, playwright, musician. His latest book is What Else Is There from Main Street Rag. Recent work of his was published in The English Journal, The Pedestal, Pearl and the Journal Of The American Medical Association.
Photo "Why Did You Jump" by Bella Dante.
Poems Copyright © 2008 John Grey. All rights reserved.
Photo Copyright © 2008 Bella Dante. All rights reserved.