2020-09-23 – A Long Remember

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.

2020-09-23 – A Hard Strum.

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 sucked thumb.

2020-09-23 – Free Bed

crash here forever
if you care to,

i’d never turn you
over to the
streets,

knowing what you
owe them..

and how dark and
low you left
them,

i’m the bare
palm..

bound to close on
you someday
too,

but stay forever if
you want to,

or just drift in and
out whenever..

++++

for whatever..

that works
too
.

– Temporary Accommodation
igram: https://www.instagram.com/gèèrumpygorman/?hl=

image by JohnDoe6 at –https://www.pinterest.ca/pin/465418942736640403/

..but when you split.. please, take me too?

2020-09-22 – Hypothermic Heart

gave up the softest
sofa for gravel
grounds,

stuck somewhere
between life’s
teeth..

we shall
meet,

so, i shoved my
crippled
self

down the
dungeon steps,

and i’ve yet to tend
to the mess,

no regrets, nor
sticky griefs,

stuck in past between
frozen bars, we’re still
click clackin’
teeth,

++++

and my hypothermic heart’s
been skipping
beats
..

art by besthqwallpapers.com at- https://www.pinterest.co.uk/pin/747105025658073514/

.,just frozen meat.

2020-09-22 – Empty Bottle

if caring is torment,
it’s no moreso
than not,

and daring can be
harrowing but
not for us
robots,

though i’ve neither will
nor the discipline to
leave childproof
caps alone,

++++

and my nerve endings
are too numbed
down now,

to care that you
now know.

Drowsy Medman
igram: https://www.instagram.com/gèèrumpygorman/?hl=

image adapted from art by Levi Hastings found at –https://www.thestranger.com/features/2018/12/19/37093776/this-drug-could-change-alcohol-addiction-treatment-forever

..so now you know… may i go?

2020-09-21 – Spittin’ Needles

spit your
mouth fires

to caramelize these
sinkhole eyes,

my frosted face looks
like it’s due for a
good sear..

but i fry,

and though my skin cools
callous, promise i will
stay soft around
the middle,

where it counts
most these
days,

unsolving riddles
treading sweat
puddles,

+++

with hell’s wave
of snakes..

now zig-zagging towards
me thru weeds and
razor blades.

Ol’ Slimy Slitherman
igram: 
https://www.instagram.com/gèèrumpygorman/?hl=

image at: /https://abstract.desktopnexus.com/wallpaper/2269699/

..and night keeps spittin’ needles .

2020-09-20 – Scrawny Blue Canoe

poor scrawny blue
canoe shuffles
to shore,

as rocky teeth graze
its stressed
floor,

leaving pores where
none breathed
before,

now docked and hollow,
waves strain to nudge
the hull awake,

a few hairline leaks
plunged its nose
into the drink

so pleased i’ve this
bright a tale
to tell,

++++

about a wrecked
ship’s refusal
to sink.

Cheering Shoreman!
igram: 
https://www.instagram.com/gèèrumpygorman/?hl=

painting at Simply Cottage at – https://www.simplycottage.com/product/blue-canoe-painting/

..into its own murky hell.

2020-09-19 – Balcony Island

i drip inky drool on
balcony void
of you,

think i heard the alpha’s
hard-on rage
on past,

and the gripes
of ghost
kids

their kites still
litter the
curb,

catching shrapnel off
another Fight
Club night,

your simple song
now writes
itself,

and yes, this fold me
in chair spells
my doom,

but if I teeter
on railing’s
ledge..

+++

a few inches closer..
i’ll punch the
moon.

Grumpy Gorman
igram: 
https://www.instagram.com/grumpygorman/?hl=

image: https://www.cloudynights.com/gallery/image/95931-moon-from-my-balcony/

..what? You want one too?