grateful for xmas
morning gift of you.
and all the bags we
drag behind for me,
and all fits of flutter too
oft sunk in swamps of our own discord,
on each lost street
you find me.
with step away,
you reach towards,
why would i ask more?
Grateful Grump igram: https://www.instagram.com/grumpygorman/?hl=
image by Tai Meng Lim at- https://www.saatchiart.com/art/Painting-Street-Light/315309/3899751/view
..let’s scuff the next dance floor.
no taste’s ever wasted
in embraces full and true.
with moon’s pale face
my mirror, i catch each star in your eyes,
bright but foggy with
fever that halo hangs on you,
so pure is love’s light,
and each breath tastes of life,
as blue comet blazes its tail home to you.
. *poem written with my girlfriend, who prefers to remain anonymous. She dislikes my writing “that” much! 😉 jk.. i think
image adapted from art by Drew Bophy at-
am i invisible under
did i tug it this tight,
or did its moss grow over?
is it me?
where’s this forever
and can i buy it free?
and how much do all
these skull scrapings and chin strokings really matter anyway?
or that thing
curiosity comes on
just as messy as strong,
my rubber tire from
any oak tree in girl’s yard
and swing so high our lips brush.
Starry Swingman igram: https://www.instagram.com/grumpygorman/?hl=
me, dissolved by their mere touch.
i’m terrible to train,
i’ve a bottoms up brain and i’m the pawn still rooking through all the random shit to find the pull-cord cause i was born bored, tripping on the hole world’s in the peeling band-aid you kissed over my soul- the dust bowl,
pinch in couple rusty tears,
give one spirited stir, blow in a wisp of life,
and watch as soul’s
plumes mist up and out the glowing bowl,
into sapphire sea of ceaseless night.
Jeannie Ina Lampman igram: https://www.instagram.com/grumpygorman/?hl=en
alladin image: Gaultiero Boffi at-
…to find the light.