never cracked
a puzzle,
i sop

blood from
murder novels,

where every fiendly
foe travels with
a spool of
rope

and shovel for still
night clean ups,
dust ups in
dim

ditch brawls revived
in grainy recalls

of details on a couch
in some smooth
listener’s
office,

slurping his
americano like..

gas right from
the nozzle,

i’ve lied about
how well

i solve
a puzzle?

maybe, maybe not,
perhaps that’s
all i’ve got,

have all you want if
heart knows
you true,

and if fate supports
that string of
thought,

i’ve got a ribbon i
wish to pin up
in you,

cheekbones sharp, so’s
the tug around
your heart,

as eyes re-adjust
to the creak
creak of

crusty lashes,
draw the
bath..

dissolving suds
down zigzag
drain

boxed into my
jigsaw brain.

Grumpy Gorman
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