shadow work

/ 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

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.

image: geralt (pixabay
/ grumpygorman

coping
or crutching

midst copious
munching

in
kitchen–

on
throne–

too full of
alone..

fasting, then
grasping

at sweet
highs

are
crashing..

the flavor’s not
lasting!

no grinding while
sleeping,

less waking..
repeating.

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/ grumpygorman

when pressed, we
sought grace,

so sky’s slow
to clear?

what’s my
rush..

past so much
rain..

into weather more
severe..

to
blame?

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