when pressed, we
sought grace,
so sky’s slow
to clear?
what’s my
rush..
past so much
rain..
into weather more
severe..
to
blame?
Author: grumpygorman
bus man, why
so long?
spare a story
or song?
i’ll lean into your
lessons..
fall not
on careless ears,
bus man, shall we
walk from
here?
who remains of
memory
once photo’s fed
to fire?
and what keeps it
crackling
longer than
required?
who remains of
memory
beyond
me?
letting up
on gas
may just get
me off..
the slab
and dreaming–
where details in
periphery
ask less of
me.
surrendered in trust
you’ve heard
and know that which
helps seed
grow..
when before
i’d have
just said
no.
stale bubblegum
smell–
mine
or yours?
i could never
tell
life’s flavors from
the pop..
until blowing
stopped.
..onto ice cream
now,
any sign
lighting shop?
pretty sleepy, just to
look at me–
dirtiest of
sandman’s works,
when desert
gust
tore last page
of dream
from
fate’s book,
i swear the
hourglass shook.
eternal graze
on plaster
lawn,
no sweat
lost-
nothing on a
sunday
starved for
song.
tete a tete
with mother bete,
where do your
babies
rest?
smothered into
ribs-
a tangled
vest,
as hush falls
over..
knitted
nest.
it’s not
cold..
just winter,
you’re not
snow..
just water,
grey enough to
know i’m
old..
but
wiser?
hands in the garden 
You must be logged in to post a comment.