2020-08-28 – Reads Felt

scribbles i savor best are when
dividing lines between
author’s feeling and
the words..

have been wiped of

i like to feel it,
the thorns, the bliss
the bile in throat
midst a fuck
n’ kiss,

it don’t matter-


perhaps a day i’ll write the
poem void of tropes
masking all
my shit,

maybe not, it don’t
much matter

Grumpy Gorman

..what i feel, or who else feels it.


image adapted from the Jean-Baptiste Greuze’s ‘A sleeping schoolboy on his book’ at – https://www.pinterest.ca/pin/57632070206047384/

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