shadow play

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was sorted out
in smoke-

windows
shut..

exits
boarded up,

chained to
chair–

ashes in our
prayers
for..

air.

a flicker from
ether,

for critical
relief

fresh breath in
the eyes

of
belief.

/ grumpygorman
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swollen larks
come

swarm my
tree-

for treats but
hands

in pockets
bleed,

drifter litters
bench

with bitter
stench

in meadow
park..

dried up after
dark.

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dust in the
ducts,

peering into
moon–

scared to
land..

years spinning
hands.

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/ grumpygorman
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“alright ginger,
send
in

that
master
of madmen”

we’re all ears and
must hear..

“dear beast, who’s
in season?“

dammit he’s
loose
now–

shan’t catch
him

by thinking too
like him,

i smile small
to thank
him..

no
doubt,

we need hear
no more–

“alright ginger,
show him
out.“

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/ grumpygorman

we were kids
kissing

under haunted
house-

broken glass all
through
the

past got away
with too
much..

too fast.

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/ grumpygorman


took
tomorrow,

hoping today
would

look the other
way,

this old man’s
45..

flips all day,
any day

it skips, it
skips..

spin cycle
sick-

it
skips,

page one
rips..

page two
sticks to script,

time tripping
on loose
hands,

but
a drop

in sea of
man.

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