spectrum

electric man

striking electric
man emerges

from weak breath
of blue flame

still smiling
through steam
screen

bestows secrets
spared from
me

light beyond
the pain?

bow of seven stains
chasing vicious
rains?

©Anthony Gorman 2018

image: pixabay

spotter

spotter

sandals on fire,
down by the water

candles conspire-
brown sky’s fly
swatter

scandals grow dire-
clown’s eyes now
blotter

vandal boys’ choir-
town spies spread
hotter

panhandlers
warn.

©Anthony Gorman 2018

image: pixabay

Busted (something a little different. ;)

bus

This wasn’t my bus, but I got on anyway.  The drifted driver stared out the window with a faded comet anguish become his permanent lens.  My head cocked left; the gray, sullen seats sat empty, every last one.  Threats, etched in graffiti, shoved me as I began my journey through.

As I stumbled my way back to the rocketing accordion vessel, my peripheries caught the outsides.  Fire, feathers and funnel clouds were all I saw.  Swerving onto the last seat at the back of the bus, I let every last tug of tension gush from my suspended shoulders onto the dirt and piss littered floor of the vehicle. The frothy soup swished back and forth as the coffin darted through the dangers and disasters.  My lip curled, half knowingly, as the water level rose past my glass clear eyes,

Every worry I bound to chest became unvested, slipping and sliding through my ebbing pours into the water.  The strangest of things happened.  The murky fluid around me began gleaming with shards of light.  It was as though fireflies were flitting about playfully while I remained seated still.

(more will be revealed later, if there is enough interest in reading the end of this story – this is insecure me, asking you to confirm that my writing is good.) 😉

©Anthony Gorman 2018

image: pixabay

 

 

violet seas

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choppy swells
in violet seas-

guide my night ship,
not so well.

bad steering drags
projection down

despite best cracked 
efforts to sprawl safe
ground

cavalcade clouds 
crowd ’round,

to catch woeful 
show-

but won’t soon succumb
to ill  suck
below.

© Anthony Gorman 2018

image: pixabay

storms in response

storm

stricken weathers
shoved back
harsh

and
rightly so.

weaponized with kids’
bulky boxing gloves,

lacquered in caustic
cautions

dismissed and
inhumed

in emerald
greeds

of wayward
thieves

©Anthony Gorman 2018

image: pixabay