2020-08-05 – Growing Shift

Growing Shift

frantic, midst a flash
of lucid panic,

reaching for shadows
in the sheets,

i feel my insides
hum her warmth through
gaps in rusty
teeth,

and notice each stipple in
pattern rippling across
my cave ceiling,

each dot’s a
car’s frozen skeleton
on heaven’s
freeway,

and these hands over
my heart are
too stiff

to wave them a
‘good day’

+++++

though i wave anyway
through comas and all day,
yet no body moves,
so nothing
shifts.

except distance growing
between rock bottom
and the cliff.

Grumpy Gorman
igramhttps://www.instagram.com/grumpygorman/?hl=en

be kind to others during the growing pains… thanks for reading.

2020-08-03 – Echoes We Kiss

ECHOES WE KISS

here’s to you-

watching me while
i come apart,

you didn’t flinch, you never gagged
on my mess, just sighed
and held the bag,

so here’s to you
guarding heart’s truth

while it struggles to
pardon its own
darkness,

eyes still closed and
kissing, missing her
on nights we’ve
torn apart,

empty rooms
like this.

it’s echoes
we kiss.

++++

lips sealed in forever’s freeze
stamped over a letter of regret, one the
heart won’t soon forget
.

2020-08-01 – Buried Books

Buried Books

a mean lightning
strikes down
the sky,

and i meant every pained
pose that mocked each
vacant gaze

etched on library’s
rain dusted
pane,

lifted from the folded
pages of shelf’s
better books,

if you’re too timid to
touch me, you may
still look on,

while i read from first
page of my buried
book

+++++

once exhumed, the bliss resumed
then our taste for story folded
and title found its way back

into cardboard box
kicked under a
staircase.

Grumpy Gorman
igramhttps://www.instagram.com/grumpygorman/?hl=en

2020-07-31 – Breath of Bird

BREATH OF BIRD

in pours poor sparrow
to perch on arch of
man’s shoulder,

bill full of mush once
the lush bundle
of clover,

plucked from soils of
jade meadows, wilted
by the time moon
turns over

in sea flush with cotton sheets-
as a star splashed screen
softly lowers.

both eyelids drawn, i hum same song
the sparrow taught me

before she up and blew away
with candle’s
flicker
,

and all the lessons
love never
taught
me
.

Grumpy Gorman
igramhttps://www.instagram.com/grumpygorman/?hl=en

2020-07-27 – Better Man

BETTER MAN

she nurtures better
what she has

striving forth-
trying not to spite or
covet all she
isn’t,

says hi to cranky
neighbors,

and means each smile
even if they won’t,

for she sees through
every scowl even
if they don’t.

she’s always been
a better man
than i.

with a natural shine, unpolished,
means each word while feeding wayward
birds and accepts no more than
a thank you

as long as it’s
honest.

Grumpy Gorman
igramhttps://www.instagram.com/grumpygorman/?hl=en

Thank you for reading.