Poetry By Grant Guy

​He Never Said He Was Jesse James

He never said he was Jesse James
 
Although he would have liked to be
He ain't no Butch Cassidy
Those days are gone like rotary phones
And honky-tonk juke boxes
 
Daydreaming died in Cassidy's days
That is why Cassidy moved to Bolivia
Like him Bolivia lived in the past
 
Out of window he looked out at the red setting sun
He sighed deeply and wilted
His wife coldly commented
Either evolve or die
 
Out of the window he saw his gravestone
 
 
 
 
Poem #5
 
He flipped hamburgers
She flipped his heart
She worked the counter
At the A&W in Transcona
 
That was enough of a common ground
To base their 35 year marriage on
 
Their three children
And their eight grandchildren
All worked at the A&W in Transcona
 
For three generations they were the Burger Family
 
They called their marriage a success
 
 
 

She Was
 
she was a garbageman's daughter
every day was Christmas
he was a taxi driver's son
everyday was bootcamp in the face
they had a go at it
he turned out to be no present
she he could drive only so far
she said
because of you i stopped believing in Santa Claus
he said
because of you i learnt life is not fare
luckily for the kids they never had
he married a stripper and died out back of a bar in Vancouver
she married a lawyer and is a broken woman without her Santa Claus

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Bio: Grant Guy is a Canadian poet, writer, playwright, stage director and designer. He has over one hundred poems and short stories published in internationally. He has five books published: Open Fragments, On the Bright Side of Down, Blues for a Mustang, The Life and Lies of Calamity Jane and Bus Stop Bus Stop. His plays include an adaptation of Paradise Lost and the Grand Inquisitor. He was the 2004 recipient of the MAC’s 2004 Award of Distinction and the 2017 recipient of the WAC Making A Difference Award.

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