in comfort’s
clutch..
in no rush to
grow,
when floor
gives,
dare i stand?
who
knows?
in lazy’s
grip,
pale and
sick–
someone crack
a window..
quick.
Author: grumpygorman
from ground
up–
brittle structure
sprouts
to offer
self
to
all
without,
never doubting
purpose,
not
verbose,
never fretful
of those
who
creep too
close.
strangers when
we crossed
at a chance
meet,
now lovers littering
secret beach..
yet within
reach
of torrent
tides..
both hanging on
for the
ride.
it’s raining fresh
jellyfish,
and each sting
brings
greater depth of
clarity–
umbrella may
keep eyes
dry
but won’t
save
me,
pins find my
skin
thru thinnin’
canvas
like they know
where each
tender
spot
is.
weightless as
unseen,
and pleased
to be
in my tree,
overlooking sea’s
cold, murky
history
while it rages
back at
me.
won’t run from
“bad guys”,
i’ll simply
mosey
and hope the path
ahead stays
rosy,
i hear footsteps
quick–
rush by in a
flurry,
left back with bees
and flowers,
only problem yet
pressing..
which to
pick?
..in no great
hurry,
savoring
hours.
deeper into
sky
aimed for
self-combustion,
coasting spaceship
drippin’
milk..
and spitting
sand–
frantic to
find
a calm patch
of land.
looked like
a sure
bet..
it was rigged
from the
start,
to teach me there’s
no healthy
use for
regret,
never will get the
chance
back
to count my
chips..
to lose my
head,
in such blind
lack of
of
self
respect.
now available: History of Sea (for free)
bone raft
barely afloat,
teeth and hair
hold ship
tight,
sink through
surface-
sails set
to air..
out night.
+++
written as the soggy companion piece
to ‘guts of a tree’,
completing
cycle.
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or here:
backed away from
the radio
peddles anything
to keep
me
listening,
head
bopping,
to same empty
refrains
when only soul
connection
will
soothe my swollen,
spinning
brain.
hands in the garden 
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