Poetry of Tom Greggs
  • Poems 1
    • Fair For Any Bird
    • Untitled II
    • Old Photo / Black Luger
    • Stirrer of Seas
    • On The Stair
    • Red Delicious
    • The Occasional Poem
    • Emerging
    • Proper Use of the Scythe
    • Anemone
    • Hole in the Wall
    • Muddy Waters
    • Gauguin in Ketchikan
    • Red Tailed Hawk
    • Poet, Adjusted
    • April
  • Poems 2
    • Jack Straws
    • A Titanic
    • Unclothing
    • Counting Cop Cars
    • Cargo Cult
    • Island Bird
    • River Stones
    • Boy in Victory
    • The Difference Between Burying and Planting
    • Vietnam Memorial In Rain
    • How Relationships End
    • Clearing of the Land
    • Periwinkle
    • Surge Channel
    • An Artist Gives Birth
    • White Church in a Deep Field
  • Short Poems
    • Beach Cabin
    • Untitled
    • Short Poem 1
    • Drive Time Jazz
    • Road to Walla Walla
    • These Things
    • Short Poem 2
    • Short Poem 3
    • The Undulate
    • Short Poem 4
    • Living Twice
    • You-Me
  • Sock Drawer
    • Washaway Beach
    • A Splendid Christmas Corpse
    • Who Laid the Bone
    • Everybody's Packin'
    • She's the Next Best Thing
  • Contact Me


                                                      Poet, Adjusted


                                                     I'm saddened by the news

                                                     that your new life is working out

                                                     that the woman you're with understands

                                                     and has time for you and wants to spend time 

                                                     with your mother


                                                     That your work is going well and that

                                                     Men of Letters have reviewed your work

                                                     and that accolades are in the mail


                                                    That your children now seek you out for advice

                                                    that neighbors drop by with drinks in hand

                                                    that the offer you made for the little place by the lake

                                                    was accepted last week


                                                    I wish you
miserable in some crappy loft 

                                                    waist deep amid the divorce papers 

                                                   the final friendly letters that precede 

                                                   legal action, the empties and crusts 

                                                   cascades of envelopes unopened


                                                    I wish you perched on a window sill in the dawn light 

                                                    pen in hand writing furiously your way out 

                                                    or the way back in, your poems bearing 

                                                    the clarity of light that comes only from

                                                    the edge of a precipice, toes extending


                                                    into space, your life 

                                                    wide like the sun




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