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August 22, 2022August 22, 2022 / grumpygorman / Leave a comment

Gibberish?

i know, i know
i don’t..

think you’re made
of glue to
who?

i’ll show, it’s no go
if you don’t..

i won’t know it
was really
you.

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August 22, 2022August 22, 2022 / grumpygorman / Leave a comment

both ends of a
connection
ringing..

in empty lobbies
as poles
shift-

time zones
merge

into same moment
finds us
here.

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August 22, 2022 / grumpygorman / Leave a comment

why did you leave
the page

without an ending
both could
believe?

and how is it we’re
so relieved?

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August 22, 2022 / grumpygorman / Leave a comment

cross stitch
eyes,

a grin sewn into
quilt hem,

past held together with
old thread

draped over a
haunted
bed.

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August 22, 2022August 22, 2022 / grumpygorman / Leave a comment

like scratched out
graffiti
–

i cant quite decipher
message,

though i make
out random
edges

when eyes strain
just right.

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August 12, 2022August 12, 2022 / grumpygorman / Leave a comment

when i grow
up
..

will you show
up

with same
flair

as throughout
tantrums

and screams into
pillows,

now just a breeze through
the willows.

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August 8, 2022August 8, 2022 / grumpygorman / 1 Comment

i love you
for not mirroring me,

but don’t know
who to
be
..

when we don’t look each
other in the
eye
–

when we don’t
even
try.

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August 8, 2022August 8, 2022 / grumpygorman / Leave a comment

in a half woken
state

i sense the room
shake

and know you’re back
for after hour
games,

so we play one
or two,

but you never
lose

and have yet to reveal
your name.

freepik
August 8, 2022August 8, 2022 / grumpygorman / 1 Comment

not waiting for
the ghost
..

to ask if she
forgives
me

for any thought
i can’t
hide

when she finds her
way inside.

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August 4, 2022August 4, 2022 / grumpygorman / 4 Comments

don’t know how
to talk with
people,

the pressure to feel
beautiful

every moment of
every day
..

invading my own
thoughts

in same grave
ways
–

only to get
caught.

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