pouring trees

raining tree

slipped joints run lengths

from pouring tree,


lank and drippy, drooping

sorry sermons strain boughs

leaking bourbon


a sunken story

place to be,


just slippery sky and

flea parties.

© Anthony Gorman 2019

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fades in beige (an ode to william corgan)

when your life is lacking taint,  it’s your job to get out the paint… 


was the fall of Eve,
in frosted velvet cupcake sheets,

when twilight curiosities
wagged parlour fingers
in space, at me.

caught bloody palms, brain free
in gentler brush of
sweetheart’s tree

all slain, bold gashes
in beiges of backsplashes 

© Anthony Gorman 2019

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jackie’s hook


tear-slit tides of low self-regime’s triggered taunts 
spray in dry tirades of rancid loose lip gloss

prowling harpy’s hymnotic canto vowels,  gouge crypt’s silent slumber deep, 
brittle arch-ego spring, mists gurgling magma dross from
frosts of jilted jackie’s midst-thigh froth

– yet ’tis she,
my caving slave-heart’s madness wants.

© Anthony Gorman 2019

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every tick, sinister mister creak
of “look the other way”
laminate stair

spooked ship-sunk heart of 
each yelpless, he-wrecked
dove tale feather

on alabaster cream cross
of bedroom fawn’s
floodlit nape

in streaming salve in Jesus’ love,
the soul escapes

© Anthony Gorman 2019

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rest lest

ocular milk saucers raked raw
by flaming fork finger scratch,

pained, wiping window thru sepia
obscene yolk sticky string

breathing neon lamp blink ripped
and re-sown quick,  past dull
pinwheel blades of woe’s
wobbly, roof fan,

diarrhea dream cage pillow mashed
while stale gum griefs
get their well workin”tween 
old ochre bones,

moist heave gripes at neighbours’
snow white trash scaling
aerial nose-hair like
flatworm vines,

fossil crust,  fixing  to bypass corners
just dead, rusted silverwings-
come stirring dirge of spring

pulse comatosis, to the ghostly aghast,
scarfed and blame barfed many
grizzled “harmless”  hoax bites,

creep couraged but cautious-
wise widows of ceaseless
numb nights.

© Anthony Gorman 2019

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time cursed


grief 4

pray tell, ring the  bells,
what’s that, grey
sticky smell?

it’s grief-

cruel, wanton dusk

seized my dear
daylight drear repose

in his soft,
soul sleep.

me, left stretching
wretched years away

’till i

death’s relief.

© Anthony Gorman 2019

image: https://pixabay.com/en/users/prawny-162579/



versed lids

in dream for
you dearly,

never reach
me, please.

© Anthony Gorman 2019

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