person GJ Hart, one poem

GJ Hart currently lives and works in London and has had stories published in The Molotov Cocktail, The Jersey Devil Press, the Harpoon Review and others. He can be found arguing with himself over @gj_hart.


My Luxuries

Please forgive me
My needs, these luxuries
Tipped by bitten
Wind and brash – also please,
The Finnish weave,
And stainless complications
That tend my materials.
You could not know!

But do,
How I cram them,
Or pile them at the strand,
But understand the intruder
Still intrudes
And the moon’s
Miry lash
Does as it will.

I Remember a city
Like me, content
To offer a hand
Across rag
Papered Breaks, to divy
Notes and rises,
Until nature’s table
Spun and winds
Coxed me
Down roads jammed
With talk Of filthy coups
And vitamins.

And I felt again –
Like a child, not thrilling
But poorly sewn
And belly stuck,
And without a penny’s
Choice demanded,
I wave goodbye
To the never
Always treasured things


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