rhyme

/ grumpygorman

dear martyr,
don’t..

be swallowed by
the bulls’
rush-

your safe passage
factors
too,

that crimson cape
tells its age

and I’d hate to watch
the hoard..

consume
you-

hand out in sea
of need..

no soul left to
rescue.

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/ grumpygorman

sorted out
of order,

years unpacked-
arranged backwards,

stumbling through
my clutter..

sheathing blunted
box cutter.

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/ grumpygorman

morning feels
seperate from day,

any meaning left
in saying?

heart’s not in it
but let’s
play..

can’t shower off
a brain,

standing stunned
in artificial
rains–

won’t chase sorrow
down the
drain..

sick of stale rhymes
ranyway.

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/ grumpygorman

Recede In Caution

do not disturb with
hollow words-

dare you ignore the
warning on
door,

or reasons it
hangs
for!

do not disturb
unless
 
feline.. or
bird.


/ grumpygorman

reverberance of
connection, amplified..

in pockets
of quiet,

as heart blossoms
unsilent,

cased in
chicken wire-

twisting
and crumbling–

uncluttering
escape..

from mind’s
useless mumbling.

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/ grumpygorman
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dear drill, toothy
drill-

rattlin’ skull
still..

in chamber of
respite

your grind
bites

most
desperate.

/ grumpygorman

sir rooster mounts
farm table,

mute, with proud
intent–

bold, for beast
so quiet,

feathers fan bed’s
drowsy brood-

rousing but
seldom
rude.

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/ grumpygorman

summon spring,
quick!

‘fore we
fade into forget,

winter wheezes til
shivers sieze
breath-

grinding time
forth..

sundial tilted
north.

/ grumpygorman

rather get
real-

than be
right

is
the lever

that heightens or
lowers

soapbox of
speaker–

peering up
to..

leer down
at..

so little eye
to eye–

a poor excuse
to not
try.

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