spiritual evolution

/ grumpygorman

in comfort’s
clutch..

in no rush to
grow,

when floor
gives,

dare i stand?

who
knows?

in lazy’s
grip,

pale and
sick–

someone crack
a window..

quick.

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/ grumpygorman

it’s raining fresh
jellyfish,

and each sting
brings

greater depth of
clarity–

umbrella may
keep eyes
dry

but won’t
save
me,

pins find my
skin

thru thinnin’
canvas

like they know
where each
tender
spot
is.

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/ grumpygorman

won’t run from
“bad guys”,

i’ll simply
mosey

and hope the path
ahead stays
rosy,

i hear footsteps
quick–

rush by in a
flurry,

left back with bees
and flowers,

only problem yet
pressing..

which to
pick?

..in no great
hurry,

savoring
hours.

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/ grumpygorman
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looked like
a sure
bet..

it was rigged
from the
start,

to teach me there’s
no healthy
use for
regret,

never will get the
chance
back

to count my
chips..

to lose my
head,

in such blind
lack of
of

self
respect.

/ grumpygorman

chrysalis has
thinned..

a skin or
two

thrust half
formed–

wings from
torpor

sprung to
flight

on starless
eve..

radar scoping out
frontiers.

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/ grumpygorman

alas, i can’t spar
darling..

not in a state
like this-

i’m the tilting
tower..

not vine scaling
prince-

summon
still..

i’ll come running
like peasant
to your
sill-

for
sweetheart..

i can’t take
a hint.

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