2020-08-04- No Fair Warning

No Fair Warning

if i cast my voice like
confetti from this
tiny balcony,

might someone hear it?
would anyone
catch it

cold handed?

or would it hail down
below and take out the
building’s power
with it?

if i muzzle my given voice
for those littering
the balconies
beneath,

i’m lone soul to hear it
and that’s a sorry
way to live,

and heavy fog
to lift.

+++++

but it burns off with sleep
and the last of spring’s
sap sucked trees,

the wildfire spares me,
its touch dare not
warm me.

and on each breath’s passed
another storm with
no fair warning

Grumpy Gorman
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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.

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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
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2020-07-28 – Weepy Stones

WEEPY STONES

never knew stones
wept to atone,

just presumed they were
spared the process,

as were you,
as i slid sadness
in my pocket,

i thought stone was
firm enough to lock
any tear duct to
the bone,

‘less there’s much
strength in showing
that nothing
escapes
sorrow,

not even
stone,

and whether i weep
with the lights on or
out in space,
alone
,

it’s no one’s curse
but my own.

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*Photo of ice cubes in a beverage glass

Thank you for Reading. 😉

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
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Thank you for reading.

2020-07-23 – Human Shrine

HUMAN SHRINE

hold the rhythm for
our circle if spirit
dancers step
off line,

crash the cymbals-
summon fire to
the summit

and plunge in
to step out
of time

carry womb’s tune for
our wounded
choir

one slow drone
at a time,

in each note a timeless
symbol, each
song-

a human
shrine.

When I peruse this deep a blue it leaves me pale and humble. When the view sees me it leaves the spine a fine powder.  Sweep the ashes, bat the lashes and let the winds blow the past far from waking mind.  Hold me in the shadows for the extinction of time.

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