The Heat of the Man

The Heat of the Man

The Heat of the Man

A Poem by John Grey

My mood was hot

as a televangelist's hell.

 

I was destroyed and seeded,

razed and fertilized,

scorched until I ripened.

 

My perilous friend,

your multiple flickers

ignited my hidden gasoline,

my innards of dry wood,

until I was a single flame-point.

 

Leaving the room,

I singed the cheek

of someone no longer speaking to me.

 

She tried to blow it cool

when the only cure

was me pissing on it,

The Bell Tower

The Bell Tower

Chilling Memories

Chilling Memories