Poetry by
Gregory McIntyre

Dear Summer,

Brighter brighter,
Every day.
Show me colours
I forgot.

Give me summer,
All you’ve got.

Strolling smiling warm and thinking greenhouse glass is hot and tinkly summer smells of soil stinking happiness is outside winking beckoning with hither thighs.

Laughs inside and sighs.

Shares it with the world.

She inquired, “How’ve you been?”
And slowly I replied,
“Alright,” and sighed and turned away
For saying so, I lied.
How can I be happy,
Holding memories so tender wise
And being separated from her
Watching us lead separate lives?

Clinging to a cliff side aerie,
Falling not but very nearly,
Clears his throat and sings out clearly,
“Presently if you can hear me,
Save me for I love life dearly!”
Comes back silence, very eerie.
Peaceful now and without fear he
Lies now where we visit yearly.

Stands a boy atop a cliff,
This message he sets free.
“I love you love you love you
And I know that you love me.”
Comes his echo quickly back
And fills his heart with glee.
He continues for a time,
Until a pause
Sets him free.

Talk with me a while, love.
I miss your warm and tender smile.

Oh heavenly hand
I must protest!
Release my heart,
Depart my chest!

Groans and grinds and moans and whines and speeds right past the God damned stop.
Stupid bus.
Thanks a lot.

Sweaty chocolate down her drips
From her bosom to her hips.
After days the cream turns sour.
Reach inside and taste her power.

Too long I’ve layered brick on brick
And built a house in which to sit
And put the strongest into it:
People that I adore.

My house could weather any storm
And though my roof was holed and worn,
My fireplace was always warm,
And open was my door.

I was as far as I could see
Doing rather capably
Until one day a storm did free
Me from my set of walls.

Now in this dark and quiet street,
It’s time I curled up at His feet,
Apologised for my conceit,
And cried,
And cried some more.

We wander through life from face to wan face,
The plainer the better to serve as a place
On which to project our most perfect ideal.
Treacherous habit, self-inflicted ordeal.

I say “Love me!” and “Look at me shine!”
But to whom do I speak and for whom do I pine?
Is it really another I wish to call brother
Or is this other a lover?

Please tell me when next you are able
To sit with just me ’round a table
And talk about things
That pull our heart strings
And the ways in which we’re unstable.

When the time has come
To step over the mark
And my body is cold
And my future is dark,
I want you along
To show me the way,
To stay and be strong
And make sure I don’t stray.

To be sure I don’t fall
Into her sway,
I want you to stall
Should I move her way;
To be sure I’m not lost
To my most basic form;
To be sure I’m not tossed
Overboard in the storm.

Lunch with Rebecca
The seagulls listen to us
But don’t understand

Like a drug dealer
Slipping through the nighttime sheets
Finding suppliers