The Bane of My Hypocrisy


The Bane of My Hypocrisy


Point – a head twisted backwards,

gazing with upside-down eyes

at the rainy world, a tightly woven

madness that is interrupted at the moment

of release, beauty recovered

but broken before experienced – an acorn

crushed by a car wheel – the treacherous and

oblivious – a candle looked at but never lit.

It is the time of a baby’s teething, when pain drools out in

a flooding aftermath of unnameable agony.

This is the child who

has no use for the outside world. This is me curled into

a dull surrender – unsure if there is a next move,

if there will be a time when I can rid myself of the bile

filling my belly – the corporate pimps and sluts, the self-

important money-makers, the big little people,

these devil’s minions who try to bury me in their fear

and their soulless security, panting at my doorstep

with their sewn-on smiles and breath

of fresh infant’s blood.



Copyright © 2004 by Allison Grayhurst



First published in “Outlaw Poetry”, June 2017


Published in “Urtica” June 2017


Published in “Stay Weird and Keep Writing Publishing” June 2017

Allison Grayhurst


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“Allison Grayhurst intertwines a potent spirituality throughout her work so that each poem is not simply a statement or observation, but a revelation that demands the reader’s personal involvement. Grayhurst’s poetic genius is profound and evident. Her voice is uniquely authentic, undeniable in its dignified vulnerability as it is in its significance,” Kyp Harness, singer/songwriter, author.

“Allison Grayhurst’s poems are like cathedrals witnessing and articulating in unflinching graphic detail the gritty angst and grief of life, while taking it to rare clarity, calm and comfort. Grayhurst’s work is haunting, majestic and cleansing, often leaving one breathless in the wake of its intelligence, hope, faith and love amidst the muck of life. Many of Allison Grayhurst’s poems are simply masterpieces. Grayhurst’s poetry is a lighthouse of intelligent honour… indeed, intelligence rips through her work like white water,” Taylor Jane Green, Registered Spiritual Psychotherapist and author.



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