Three Poems
By John Grey
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WAITING
on the steps of the bar,
eating peanuts from a brown bag,
tossing the shells onto the sidewalk
Friday, your payday,
in rumpled gray, red uniform,
school satchel on my back,
some people stop to stare,
sum up my story in an instant
and you’re inside,
on your fifth beer, your tenth joke,
your twentieth glance up at the
painted naked lady,
wondering why all women didn’t look like that,
especially the ones you marry
maybe, when you’re done,
you’ll be sober enough to drive,
or to order pizza
or to remember my name
at least
one time you got so drunk
you passed out on the counter
I walked home,
went to bed hungry,
was nobody.
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JUST BEFORE THE ACCIDENT
Skis and feet dangle from the chair lift
and there’s no such thing as danger.…
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