Contributor: John Grey
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Another overdose,
too many sleeping pills this time.
Found a week later,
rigid and smelling
like a thousand gutters.
More cancer,
that wretched cannibal
eating its host alive.
More heart-attacks,
more murders.
And a small plane crash.
And a minor earthquake.
And a cement block
from a bridge,
breaking free,
crushing a car.
First coffee done with
and I'm the only one
who's lived yet.
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John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident. Recently published in New Plains Review, Perceptions and Sanskrit with work upcoming in South Carolina Review, Gargoyle, Owen Wister Review and Louisiana Literature.
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