coloursofthesoul

/ 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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/ grumpygorman

a word and
tone

screwed into
bones–

drilling too
deep

for whispers
so cold.

a shrug on dark side
of the phone..

hello??

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/ grumpygorman

i spy..

cars as big
as flies-

a swarming sea
of buggy
eyes

and I’ve but one
reply-

SHOO!

and to no real
surprise..

these days, my texts
get few replies,

and i can’t
blame
you.

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/ grumpygorman
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i notice birds,
and..

their
absence –

on spring damp
branch

for
my lone
convenience?

though i do thank
them..

in most humble,
manner-

some appear
bashful..

and i’d hate to
over flatter.

/ grumpygorman

alas, i can’t spar
darling..

not in a state
like this-

i’m the tilting
tower..

not vine scaling
prince-

summon
still..

i’ll come running
like peasant
to your
sill-

for
sweetheart..

i can’t take
a hint.

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/ grumpygorman

a passion, poisoned-
must spit to
get it
out-

tame desires turned
dangerous,

be
predictable..

or
courageous?

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