Three Poems (#2) – Robert Duncan Gray

 

Haggard Europe and the Graveyard of Human Rights

Would you like
To love each other

In traffic perhaps Never
having had a brother

To leave in the car
Or lose at the Supermarket

It's different
In different places

But small birds
Mostly the same
 

Three Poems – Robert Duncan Gray

FOR NO SPECIAL REASON, IT’S GONE SOFT

I have eaten your pussy like a hundred times. It never ceases to 
amaze me.
We go soft sometimes. Sometimes we go soft and then what?
I cook some shrimp to put into some pasta
with broccoli and what? Some creamy sauce. Butter garlic something.
I got hard thinking about you eating your leftover slice this morning.
Not really, but you know what I'm talking about. I know
what I'm talking about. I bought some Olde E. at the shop.
That's just something that happened today.
There was poetry there, but this is not it.