There’s always four at the table
waiting on the river,
feet tapping the floor
like demented woodpeckers.
The next gamers line up,
silent, outside in the hallway.
A player will say,
“I’m getting too old for this shit.”
The dealer deals.... – by Roy Graham | 55 Views added 24 days ago
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Time and circumstance conspire,
the decades slip on by,
who you and me both were dissolved,
I think, consider why
the fire that burned inside of us,
the smoke that proved us blind,
has left me stranded, wandering,
the motel in my mind.
... – by Roy Graham | 62 Views added 1 month ago
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Remember how it was those high school days,
the oos, yeah yeahs, shang-a-lang, doo wap shoo wa?
Virginity and us tried parting ways,
but we had much too little je ne sais quoi.
The whole school thrived on rumours, who’s doing what,
and... – by Roy Graham | 54 Views added 2 months ago
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whatever else you are whatever you become
stay light as one blown rose petal is light
land softly on some welcome-random green
which may and always might then be your home
take heart my dearest one from tiny finches
fearless from many... – by Roy Graham | 52 Views added 3 months ago
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Dave’s Wake
An Octet
And greater than the sum of all his parts,
his life laid out for casual reckoning:
he was this, not that, he could sing
as well as any, he had a kindly heart.
A celebration for the dead is three darts
thrown at a... – by Roy Graham | 41 Views added 4 months ago
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Sorrowful, the doctor’s eyes speak first
before his monotone pours out its cold
and bitter brew. Some inner door slams shut,
a daytime nightmare tightening up its hold,
the moment when a look rubs nerve ends raw.
A body under siege, walled in... – by Roy Graham | 51 Views added 6 months ago
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When I hear the horns like gunshots
from those badge-branded scooters,
see their flagpoles shudder
between tool-leather saddlebags,
I know fair warnin’s been given to them thar
pedestrian varmints to get out of the way,
comin’ through, places... – by Roy Graham | 44 Views added 6 months ago
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In time we would appreciate
the lure of cotton sheets,
with king-size mattress firm enough
to muffle frantic beats.
At times tea candles lit the room
each one a sputtering wick,
their brief lives ended in two puffs,
our four-lipped... – by Roy Graham | 74 Views added 7 months ago
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The sun and moon are in my bones,
my bones are atoms endlessly whirling.
The very dirt under my fingernails
took light years to find me.
We have always known we are slivers
caught in the soft skin of time.
Tigers, blackbirds, mewling babies... – by Roy Graham | 43 Views added 8 months ago
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I see her rising from sweat-soaked sheets
her face gaunt and drawn.
Each night a rearguard fight to hold the line,
to struggle, push back, reach another dawn,
endure the stinging loss, major defeats
and fast decline.
Then she is... – by Roy Graham | 56 Views added 1 year ago
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