i find it hard
to focus
through your lip
movements,
just being
honest,
could watch you
speak for
hours
and
catch enough
in your
tone
to
affirm you’re
not alone.
Author: grumpygorman
rings around the
eyes
set on scaling
boundless
sky
to
find a
peephole,
to get a clearer
look inside–
to
spot..
what shall
no longer hide.
same lost walk
through
park
new marvels tug
at sleeve
to be
believed,
too busy peering
down, trying
not to
trip
over crack
in familiar ground..
to glance about
and see,
there’s far more to
perceive
than
draggin’ feet.
beyond the
veil,
i see you
true,
though you’d
prefer i
not..
as pale as you once
thought–
with eyes
so boundless blue.
as road forks
’round the
bend,
can’t see the
clearest way ahead,
though wheel turns all
the same,
no bad drivers left
to blame.
smell the lightning,
hear a clap-
power lines strained
but waving
back,
air is dense, and
unfencing
gate
up to front door
door
as we brace,
in wait.
heavy
on theatrics,
more than a touch
dramatic..
while in
make
up,
crowd gasps as
he steps
out
from behind dark
drapes,
in nothing but his
top hat and
a cape.
let’s take a spin
’round your
mind,
maybe park and
stall the
motor
for a moment, just
to hear the
crickets,
frolicking on dewy
lawn,
swear i’ll
have
you..
back
by dawn.
muddy up the
mix,
drown that
bass
until it bubbles
into sound
canal-
then wash
it back
into
depths from
which
tune
was
hatched..
..and relax.
caught a
spark,
boxed it up in
wooden
heart–
saved for warmth
starved
night,
when deeply
in want
of
your crackling
bright.
hands in the garden 
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