shadow work

/ grumpygorman

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

tame desires turned
dangerous,

be
predictable..

or
courageous?

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/ grumpygorman

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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/ 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.

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