Friday, February 25, 2022

IN THE END, IT'S JUST ME by John Grey

I could share my side 
of the argument 
with everyone in this bar 
but instead I haul it 
before the judiciary 
of my thoughts.

I could fight the battle
with all these drunken soldiers
but instead remain
this country of one
with its slumped in corner,
fingering the whiskey glass,
patriot.

I could open up
the operating theater
of my pain and guilt
to these loud and laughing surgeons
but instead I begin
the process with my own trembling hands,
lift the glass to my lips 
and drink.

No truer words out of my mouth
than, “I needed that.”






John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident, recently published in Sheepshead Review, Stand, Poetry Salzburg Review and Hollins Critic. Latest books, “Leaves On Pages” “Memory Outside The Head” and “Guest Of Myself” are available through Amazon. Work upcoming in Ellipsis, Blueline and International Poetry Review.

 


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