i resolve
to be
absolved
of faltered past
tradition,
new year’s
resolutions.
© Anthony Gorman 2017
Month: December 2017
muse
handed you the
crayon,
sat in your colouring
chair-
drew me with
fangs,
put ribbons in my
hair.
knew it was a good
day,
didn’t even
care.
you can deface
me.
love, your daddy
© Anthony Gorman 2017
across the street
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sour
relentless itch
to scuff your
sheen
speaks of me,
not you.
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boy, bear
boy in gown
looking-
down.
no one
around.
teddy looks
up-
in need of
hug.
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branches
brain
branches
twist into
mess.
madness leaks
from corner
of ear.
paint
from edge
of saturated
page-
to floor,
use to
painting
no more.
© Anthony Gorman 2017
winter skies
winter
skies
cave the
eyes.
frigid
greys
of every
day.
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frost
frost on
window
brittle
sticks
scattered
silver-blue,
splatter
cold,
doesn’t
matter.
© Anthony Gorman 2017
blinders
soaked and
tired
eyes trail
behind.
blinders-
what wishes
to
find
her?
© Anthony Gorman 2017
