2020-08-05 – Growing Shift

Growing Shift

frantic, midst a flash
of lucid panic,

reaching for shadows
in the sheets,

i feel my insides
hum her warmth through
gaps in rusty
teeth,

and notice each stipple in
pattern rippling across
my cave ceiling,

each dot’s a
car’s frozen skeleton
on heaven’s
freeway,

and these hands over
my heart are
too stiff

to wave them a
‘good day’

+++++

though i wave anyway
through comas and all day,
yet no body moves,
so nothing
shifts.

except distance growing
between rock bottom
and the cliff.

Grumpy Gorman
igramhttps://www.instagram.com/grumpygorman/?hl=en

be kind to others during the growing pains… thanks for reading.

2020-08-02 – No Body

NO BODY

flat eyes raining sorry
won’t wash this
layer off,

wring my stale water
from a face-cloth,

bleach all brandy kisses
from my holy
teeth,

then bring me the river and
hold my face under until
bottom’s within reach,

nobody can see me,
as no body washed up
on the beach

++++++

no body leaves no messes where-
other drifter steps litter, shells
shiver and crack,

into sea’s foggy tide, casts
beacon’s keener eye,

as sea of nothing
waves me back.

Grumpy Gorman
igramhttps://www.instagram.com/grumpygorman/?hl=en

2020-07-31 – Breath of Bird

BREATH OF BIRD

in pours poor sparrow
to perch on arch of
man’s shoulder,

bill full of mush once
the lush bundle
of clover,

plucked from soils of
jade meadows, wilted
by the time moon
turns over

in sea flush with cotton sheets-
as a star splashed screen
softly lowers.

both eyelids drawn, i hum same song
the sparrow taught me

before she up and blew away
with candle’s
flicker
,

and all the lessons
love never
taught
me
.

Grumpy Gorman
igramhttps://www.instagram.com/grumpygorman/?hl=en

2020-07-27 – Better Man

BETTER MAN

she nurtures better
what she has

striving forth-
trying not to spite or
covet all she
isn’t,

says hi to cranky
neighbors,

and means each smile
even if they won’t,

for she sees through
every scowl even
if they don’t.

she’s always been
a better man
than i.

with a natural shine, unpolished,
means each word while feeding wayward
birds and accepts no more than
a thank you

as long as it’s
honest.

Grumpy Gorman
igramhttps://www.instagram.com/grumpygorman/?hl=en

Thank you for reading.

2020-07-25 – Buried Truth

BURIED TRUTH

born as stranger to the present
i make friendly with
a friendless
past,

and arrive at the moment
to do exactly what
it asks,

for it’s not about me
and it’s not all
for you,

it’s a momentary
revelation,
a sense-

a pull towards
some buried
truth.

buried my memory only to see it peeking at me
through the snow, presuming if i looked
elsewhere the heart would
never know
,

but then i saw her pulsing warm and melting snow
so i cleared the slush away,
so she may grow,

Grumpy Gorman
on igram athttps://www.instagram.com/grumpygorman/?hl=en