i see everything
in frame,
even cracks the frame
would rather
i forgot..
i hear everything
in surround
sound..
because some sounds
like to stick
around..
to wrap me up
when arms
can not,
and i smell everything
like i’m haunted
by a head
cold..
sputtering through the
every day dry
cough,
see? i taste everything
with acerbic
tongue..
on uncertain nights,
in a certain
light,
and now i kind of
feel this thing
is done,
so..
off with
you..
light.
Grumpy Gorman
igram: https://www.instagram.com/gèèrumpygorm
..was still kind of fun (to write).
