/ grumpygorman

summon spring,
quick!

‘fore we
fade into forget,

winter wheezes til
shivers sieze
breath-

grinding time
forth..

sundial tilted
north.

/ grumpygorman

In Holding

chewed pencil is
grasping

to each line I’m
writing

this raft built
of stained
glass

shattered
in life’s hands.

Image: Humusack (pixabay)
/ grumpygorman

rather get
real-

than be
right

is
the lever

that heightens or
lowers

soapbox of
speaker–

peering up
to..

leer down
at..

so little eye
to eye–

a poor excuse
to not
try.

image: geralt (pixabay
/ grumpygorman

coping
or crutching

midst copious
munching

in
kitchen–

on
throne–

too full of
alone..

fasting, then
grasping

at sweet
highs

are
crashing..

the flavor’s not
lasting!

no grinding while
sleeping,

less waking..
repeating.

image: ds_30 (pixabay)
/ grumpygorman

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?

image: josemdelaa (pixabay)
/ 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?

image: natureworks (pixabay)
/ grumpygorman
image: anapaula_fariani (pixabay)

who remains of
memory

once photo’s fed
to fire?

and what keeps it
crackling

longer than
required?

who remains of
memory

beyond
me?