joy

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blazed through packed
pub

on tails of wounded
evenings

unexpected,
engaging.

nabbed my sturdy bowl of
scotch,

bodly took a sip-

adverse to sharing,
I made acception

in appreciation-

you placed digit over
lip.

your name was joy

but it was danger
took my sweaty
hand.

behind fractured panes
of soulless gaze,

hammed up tired
script-

lonely me,
bought into it-

sordid,
bewitched.

sprang up from-
stool

light,
feather scattered bar

to swindle next free
drink.

your kind of joy, tasty
fleeting-

playful,
deceiving.

dissolving into glass of
ice.

cursed your stunning
confidence-

doubted my appeal
and competence,

‘midst clucks
and clutter

from my one man
island

© Anthony Gorman 2017

 

 

unsettle.

unsettled

crept out
from behind
what?

door shut.

hut made
of tea and
leaves,

breathes,
around
me.

chimney
heaves
smokes of
blurried
dreams
out
mouth.

let out-

get
out.

© Anthony Gorman 2018