rhyme

/ grumpygorman

a word and
tone

screwed into
bones–

drilling too
deep

for whispers
so cold.

a shrug on dark side
of the phone..

hello??

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/ grumpygorman

i spy..

cars as big
as flies-

a swarming sea
of buggy
eyes

and I’ve but one
reply-

SHOO!

and to no real
surprise..

these days, my texts
get few replies,

and i can’t
blame
you.

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/ grumpygorman
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i notice birds,
and..

their
absence –

on spring damp
branch

for
my lone
convenience?

though i do thank
them..

in most humble,
manner-

some appear
bashful..

and i’d hate to
over flatter.

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alas, i can’t spar
darling..

not in a state
like this-

i’m the tilting
tower..

not vine scaling
prince-

summon
still..

i’ll come running
like peasant
to your
sill-

for
sweetheart..

i can’t take
a hint.

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/ grumpygorman

a passion, poisoned-
must spit to
get it
out-

tame desires turned
dangerous,

be
predictable..

or
courageous?

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/ grumpygorman

dreamt of chicago
again,

with red
pen-

crossing off
blues,

but will chicago
dream of
me?

“sorry, man..” croons
on sufjan,

that letter, never mailed .

to sweetheart of
white veil,

i rue in cab
she’d..

dare not
hail

through these
shards of
town,

but chicago follwed
me home
so..

I’d not sleep
alone.

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let’s crawl back
from day’s
end..

scrawled back to dearest
boyhood friend,

we played
house-

i was mother,
she acted
dad,

we stayed fluid
in roles of
spouse-

and worked our
issues
out.

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