Prick's too Quick

they’ll prick you with their
numbing needles

then acquit you, and demand
a thank you for the forced
arm rescue

from a lengthy prison penance,
then stamp our page with
period’s big, black
presence
.

before end of the
introductory
sentence.

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My Chemical Imbalance (Romance in the Balance)

maybe romance’s chemical
imbalance is too much
solvent heart in
acid

biology of my gastronomy
telescoped up the throat
puffin’ out my rosy
penguin cheeks,

like some betta blowfish
with no sun to kiss, no
minnow to brush
fins with

and no sharks to swap
sperms with.

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scatters

photo

turmoil in white
trim,

stiff long before
bulb flashed,

a leer at hollow print
won’t unearth
sun,

past has still
passed.

© Anthony Gorman 2019

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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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hank.

this acrylic on canvas is one i painted following the death of my uncle, a friendly, giving but very manipulative man that battled his own issues with anxiety/depression, non isolated.  For his wake, i had attempted a portrait of him to include with his casket but as I began to paint, my own issues seeped the mix, making it a completely different mess.  It’s hard to look at.. but on occasion, so is life.

mde

© Anthony Gorman 2018

fades in beige (an ode to william corgan)

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

neutral

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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breaking lucid bleak

on instagram as: grumpygorman

bleak luciduty.jpg

fuck this melting gelato smog-
and its mist skittish ,
soot shroud-

laying reclaim to lewd shape
lines by shifting, sneering
line,

reshuffling of the intimate
in focus, bold-brushing
swan grays to the side,

full spiral ahead
to verves of forfeit dead,
broke-winged things invading skies
in vermillions eyes

© Anthony Gorman 2019

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