i’ve sent the
letter,
but will it find
her or be filtered
as spam before
it touches
hand?
in deep recesses,
i hope all my
efforts
don’t wind up
in same
forgotten
folder
as so many of
life’s lost
plans.
Drowsy Mailman
igram: https://www.instagram.com/gèèrumpygorman/?hl=
..hope this one i’ve tucked in jar will wash up on her sands.
image at- https://www.flickr.com/photos/hopenharmony/46183141
if i fell apart, would
you even know?
or would you sweep
my mess and
shake me
into waste
receptacle..
like any respectable
house cleaner
would?
++++
what if clean’s
not always
good?
and what harm’s a
little dust on
wood?
Angry Rooster
igram: https://www.instagram.com/gèèrumpygorman/?hl=
*poem loosely based on revisiting my (pre-Duvall) Alice in Chains collection for sake of nostalgia, or midlife crisis.. still undecided.
image at – https://www.revolvermag.com/culture/alice-chains-jar-flies-see-rare-outtakes-ep-cover-shoot
i’d sooner be the
fruitful tree
than the
admirer, as deep
as i admire the
strength in
your..
boughs,
can’t seem to
reach them like
i used to,
won’t you bend to
meet me like
you used
to?
++++
i’d sooner be
swinging tire
than the
tree..
and today,
i’d rather just
sway in your
breeze
seat resting
empty.
Michelin Man
igram: https://www.instagram.com/gèèrumpygorman/?hl=
image adapted from painting by Marie-Helene Larocque at – https://www.pinterest.ca/pin/179651472613018960/?nic_v2=1a773gUus
she’s my crown
adorned in
plastic
heart shaped sequins
and glue, and that’s
why i love to
wear you,
you don’t fuss
with my
hair,
now matter how
grey straw
it gets,
you just run your fingers
through its wisps like
it’s opening kiss
on..
++++
our first
date.
Bottom Angler
igram: https://www.instagram.com/gèèrumpygorman/?hl=
i’m the sulker smudging
soot stars all over
hope’s clean
window,
burying my doldrums and
dumb dreams with the
moon’s mask in my
gritty pillow,
the family’s grassy
old plot’s since
yellowed,
‘specially under
yard’s lone
milky blue
willow.
Surly Groundskeeper
igram: https://www.instagram.com/gèèrumpygorman/?hl=
painting by Tracie Davis at – https://www.tinybydesign.com/store-2/weeping-willow-tree-art-prints/
tell me a secret,
and i’ll spill
three,
give me five
minutes..
then i’ll leave
you be,
are you free to
shed a little
light on
this
quickly
scribbled
note?
can’t tell if that ink
spot smudged
above your
i‘s..
+++
a halo, or just the
lasso roping
life’s
sore
throat.
Grumpy Gorman
igram: https://www.instagram.com/gèèrumpygorman/?hl=
..think i need off this rocking boat.
visual adapted from painting by Mike Brandly at – https://mikebrandlyauctioneer.wordpress.com/2011/11/19/auctioneers-and-sore-throats/
i spot another string
of throbbing
hearts
through stringy ropes
of clinging
smoke,
shame the dream was
just another
hoax,
may our tumbles
stir another’s
climb..
++++
since messy love’s
consumed my
mind..
and coiled around
night’s ivory
throat..
++++
coasting sea of
flickers with
no boat.
Starry Sailor
igram: https://www.instagram.com/gèèrumpygorman/?hl=
painting by Bill Jacklin RA at – https://se.royalacademy.org.uk/2016/artworks/bill-jacklin-ra/135
nurse says it won’t hurt
but i’ve heard the
knees shiver
only to grieve each bridge
the crazed villagers
left burnt,
and now i watch autumn
raining from the
railings over
a sea of
brittle birch,
++++
from bird’s eye
of buzzard’s
perch..
in my crouch ’til the
the drop of sun to
swoop down
in search.
Grumpy Gorman
igram: https://www.instagram.com/gèèrumpygorman/?hl=
image adapted from painting by Virginia Togrye at – https://www.creativevisionssculpturalpainting.com/virginiatogryepaintings/sculptural-painting-vulture
..now who’s first?
sweet sister, it’s
been a year
since,
and winter’s coming so
i’ll wrap and send you the late
delivered home baked
sweater,
cause i’m too dead
in this buried
a weather,
to come see you,
though i’d like
to, i hope
by next
long
december,
+++
it’s past
due.
and cold
remembers.
Grumpy Gorman
igram: https://www.instagram.com/gèèrumpygorman/?hl=
image by shakealicious (yes, that’s right) at – https://www.deviantart.com/shakealicious/art/A-Dark-Winter-13807543
..and it bites the bedroom blue.
i drag a hard thumb
criss-cross your
strings,
blind plucking like
i crafted your hollow,
then threaded
each one..
for my
pleasure,
never devoted the
hours nor ears
to commit your
melody to
heart,
rather, i bled for the
promise of magic
a true song
contains,
in that strained key
i’ve fingered for
too long to
know,
it’s no longer a
love song
i strum,
++++
but the howl of
lone wolf..
when there’s no
moon left to
bark at..
beyond today’s
crashing
sun.
– Grumpy Gorman
igram: https://www.instagram.com/gèèrumpygorman/?hl=
image at – https://wallpaperaccess.com/guitar-art
..a hard strum for my puny thumb.
