John Grey

by Horror Sleaze Trash on May 17, 2017

John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident. Recently published in Schuylkill Valley Journal, Cape Rock and Columbia Review with work upcoming in Louisiana Review, Poem and Spoon River Poetry Review.  




I step like light
from the sweet stench
of ray cathedral,
at best, a shaman
at worst, a priest.
I step like light
from paralytic darkness,
hers as well as mine,
grin a twisted
theory of evolution,
a mangled offshoot
of man and nature
erupting in my claws

despite herself,
those nipples
still and hard
as statues of disgraced saints,
her fear,
hungry shriek on bone,
but her flesh,
salivating blood,
every inch an altar.

Oh we will say
our prayers tonight





The number of legs
on the spider
crawling down
your naked back
is in direct proportion
to the darkness
of the night,
the loneliness
of your surrounds
and the craziness
of the man
who put it there.





he scribbles the same lines
over and over again

tongue drooping over lips,
teeth near slicing it in two

his pen like a claw
scratching at the paper

in the same ratty t-shirt
and greasy, crumpled jeans

with his hair matted
and his eyes red
and the floor is blanketed
with sheets of paper

each with the words
“Whores are” scrawled

in crazed letters…
serial killing meets writer’s block



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