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John Greiner
John Greiner is a poet and playwright living in New York City. His poetry has appeared in
Moria, Ascent Aspirations, The Green Muse, Inscribed, The Spahr Street Review and
The Phoenix Magazine. His theatrical pieces have enjoyed successful runs in New York, Chicago and in Massachusetts.
Camera
He wears a dirty
shirt abandoned on the
sand at Biarritz.
He had decided
to take to the sea
forsaking
the cinema
for the ocean,
but all that he had
the opportunity
to see
was flashing images
of the smiles
of those fortunate enough
to have placed
some distance
between themselves
and the crashing waves.
Cinderella's Lament
Get me off of this street!
I've graduated from
cheap antics
in the most expensive of
sight seer bars
and cafés
when the clock
struck midnight so many years ago.
Allow me to step aside,
to walk down a side alley,
to not know
either moon or sun.
My slippers have shattered,
and the dance has already begun.
Precursor
If the subject is to be
taken up again,
so soon
then it will
become stale.
If this is to be done
there shall
be nothing more
to say in the years
to come
when the subject
will have
so much more
flesh
on its bones.
The Desert
This is not the Sahara
that you had hoped for,
the land of the Desert Fathers
where demons find their desires
indulged by the sorts
who prefer not to participate
in the divergences of the city.
This is not the desert
that you had dreamed
of where once the evils
that the sand kicked up
in a dust storm
were lost in the orange
night amidst the purple flecks.
This is the arid land
of deceptions were
your own desires are forced
upon the steel of destruction,
and you are called
upon to annihilate creation.
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© John Greiner
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