/ grumpygorman

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.

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/ grumpygorman

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.

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/ grumpygorman
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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.

/ grumpygorman
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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.

/ grumpygorman

tried to tell
you

but white lies
found a
way
out

of
mouth,

greasy mouth..

creator of reasons
not to believe..

i’ve changed
now..

it’s true,

so, trust me when
i warn you
not
to.

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/ grumpygorman

i’d parade you in
every glamor
bowl

but know vanity
takes its
toll..

check my trophy’s
collectin’
dust,

turned that golden
face towards
the wall

to hide signs
of rust,

but caught
its..

reflection and
bawled.

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