disengaged

small talkhis comments on
lifeless weather
– distraction

overcast with pokes of colour
lazy clouds and mist
– unremarkable

plugging leaky dikes
of nervous quiets

and their demands
of his whole commitment
– presence, visit

to that painful sweet spot

where candor wrings
the heart

invoking fury
in his feeling parts

© Anthony Gorman 2017

image: http://komonews.com/weather/scotts-weather-blog/report-seattle-has-2nd-most-depressing-winter-in-the-us

 

bled

disarmed

clutching
swollen
heart

oblivion
in her
eyes,

she drained
me.

with a kiss-

a dripping,
black rose
kiss

that
honoured
forever’s
painful
promise.

© Anthony Gorman 2016

image: http://www.oocities.org/sunflowerose_3/pictures.html

portishead – roads

Oh, can’t anybody see
We’ve got a war to fight
Never found our way
Regardless of what they say
How can it feel, this wrong
From this moment
How can it feel, this wrong
Storm, in the morning light
I feel
No more can I say
Frozen to myself
I got nobody on my side
And surely that ain’t right
And surely that ain’t right
Oh, can’t anybody see
We’ve got a war to fight
Never found our way
Regardless of what they say
How can it feel, this wrong
From this moment
How can it feel, this wrong

How can it feel, this wrong
This moment
How can it feel, this wrong
Oh, can’t anybody see
We’ve got a war to fight
Never found our way
Regardless of what they say
How can it feel, this wrong
From this moment
How can it feel, this wrong

lyrics: Google Play Music

Death Cab For Cutie – Tiny Vessels

Set to the backdrop of a student film from 1969, this favourite from Washington indie-rock darlings, Death Cab For Cutie tune about disillusionment from their album, Transatlanticism is as biting as it melancholy. Ben Gibbard’s sweet- boy vocals make the bitter lyrics even more scathing. 

This is the moment that you know
That you told you loved her but you don’t.
You touch her skin and then you think
That she is beautiful but she don’t mean a thing to me.
Yeah, she is beautiful, but she don’t mean a thing to me.
I spent two weeks in Silverlake.
The California sun cascading down my face
There was a girl with light brown streaks
And she was beautiful but she didn’t mean a thing to me.
Yeah, she was beautiful, but she didn’t mean a thing to me.
Wanted to believe in all the words that I was speaking
As we moved together in the dark.
And all the friends that I was telling.
And all the playful misspellings.
And every bite I gave you left a mark.
Tiny vessels oozed into your neck
And formed the bruises,
That you said you didn’t want to fade,
But they did and so did I that day.
All I see are dark grey clouds
In the distance moving closer with every hour.
So when you ask “Was something wrong?”,
That I think “You’re damn right there is but we can’t talk about it now.
No, we can’t talk about it now.”
So one last touch and then you’ll go.
And we’ll pretend that it meant something so much more,
But it was vile, and it was cheap.
And you are beautiful, but you don’t mean a thing to me
Yeah, you are beautiful, but you don’t mean a thing to me.
Yeah, you are beautiful, but you don’t mean a thing to me.
Songwriters: Benjamin Gibbard / Nicholas Harmer
Tiny Vessels lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC