2020-08-25 – Portrait of a Window

i suck bottled lightning
in shame’s tiny
shadow,

under a furrowed sky,
the sun dots my eyes so
i mount an oak tree to
find best suited
shade for
me..

rent free!

seems i’ve a hound’s nose
for dank, septic
spaces

but i’m molasses as
times pass so
senseless,

it’s a pity last supper’s
chatter spiraled
us aimless,

i’m facing crouching dangers,
swatting the grope of
well-meaning
strangers,

this backdrop’s a breathing
montage of photos we
outran and times
wasted,

but a picture’s what
you make it,

and i just confirmed you
can scratch glass
so thin its skin
cracks,

so i suspect the
portrait hung

++++

on cobwebbed window’s
just my full mood
mirrored back

Grimy Groutman
igram: 
https://www.instagram.com/grumpygorman/?hl=en

….now to plaster its cracks.

2020-08-22 – Rocking Boat

i turn to dry erase,
prematurely,

i spit quick, then
split too early,

i fail to embrace my
misdemeanors,

but bloom sporadically from
the traps and straps that
stunt creative
growth,

i turn away from love
prematurely,

then back towards her
in desperation,

and she’s alseep
for both..

++++

and dreams right on
through my waves
of immaturity
,

she in her sea of
sheets, me in
my rocking
boat.

Tattered Sailsman
igram: 
https://www.instagram.com/grumpygorman/?hl=en

…sea spray keeps the eyes afloat.