tiptoes in the
garden,
fingers of
forest-
hopes buried
or
budding from
crown,
sterling stars of
spring-
the
petals of
my evening
gown.
Author: grumpygorman
nozzle stuck
in ear-
pump ‘er
up..
and watch eyes
clear?
like wipers won’t
with tears..
on bloodlust
night,
gaslight
red-
blinding in
bed.
we lay
untethered-
in shade
of each other
no need to
reach,
both clinging
sheets
+++
drapes
overgrown
..over
nothing
if not alone
alone
at
home
huddled in hutch
adorned-
bones bundled
in covers
torn
would crawl
back
in
given free
choice,
should i bore
song-
i’ll grow in
voice,
chiming
on-
nightingale
summons
dawn.
don’t let drapes
lull ya,
lass-
hailstorm’s
abreast,
indenting
chest-
hiding
home’s best,
out with that
trash..
into mud
bath.
a violet
sky-
no smoke in
sight,
save for poison
off my..
spare a light?
deep violet
sky-
on vacant
night.
“don’t see many worms
out”, says
bird
“or, perhaps worms
don’t find
many
beaks above
earth?”
well, a bird’s
gotta
eat,
more than
dirt.
husking
hair-
to
savor
inside’s
why i
weather
the drunken
wagon
ride-
clouds
over eyes.
the
perfect
playmate,
the best of
every
day,
a rainbow over
drought..
when scene’s
chewed
up
in and
out,
ideal
playmate
for virtual
game.
bracelet always
where i
rest
it,
next to wanting
wallet,
coffee
ring
like skull and
bones..
around my
phone’s
not
where i
left
it,
next to missing
wallet.
hands in the garden 
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