tauntingly tender.

on instagram as: grumpygorman

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She just asked for my heart.  What peacock-feather water does this girl dream she floats on? I’ve shed her my outer prick.  I’ve wept my interred sorrows parched into her sponge sweater.  Now my heart? The heinous request marbled around my short-circuit skull, picking up speed each time it caught a drywall crack. She wants my heart, well my heart she’ll get, in black, and back.

First, a blade, dull and tarnished with spite for current plight for flight of romantic flag, catches my wicked eye. Its virgin flirt through skin of peel, ripe; fruit beneath puckers in disfavoring slits of light.  Sharp as hatchet sting, shivers through detaching form as flesh separates like sinew waves allowing knife access to deeper gift. Heartless tool rips hot zigzag down under impassioned guidance of hand, without reprimand, spilling devotion’s sweetened seas from rib-cage to webbed feet.

With hands rattling and red, I wrench squirming organ from cave.  I place its heft, with curator care on folded white cloth.  Grief spreads through veins where enraged insecurities just now stewed. Freed hand swipes at open water bottle.  I take a drink.  The cool leaves blow through my maniac carvings cleansing the grisly marks.

A morbid sense of duty rustles me to my feet.  Treasure-handed, I stagger out the door of my relieved apartment down flickering hall towards hers.  The worn carpeting shifts in avoidance of footsteps from my spastic dance to the door.  Doorbell is sounded, and she appears as true blue as ever.

Her blissful eyes shower my now floor-level body in tears, my heart swathed and cradled in stilled, offering hands. Beside it rests a hand-written missive, in bubble letters, eye dotted with hallmark-worthy pink kernel, reading – “eat with care”.

© Anthony Gorman 2019

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static somatic

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lost backpack picasso rainbow
streamer gleaming pallet,

to monotoon mogul throne’s machine-washed
tightrope whites of noize,

scent-i-mental treehouse slivers shred
through meshy hiss of final phantasy’s
pulled-plug rivers of shiver

aeon’s flash-gash bursts of prickly blacks and
wilted whites

blast back through lurching organ prism,
ten times bright

© Anthony Gorman 2019

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celebrity scar

victim

gloom-glam greased
gerbil sqwheel
martyr,

oh, hot hatred vomit
spout novelty
vixen,

ignored infant whimpers robed
in tim burton’s
dreer pallet
airs

to grunt hurrahs of
flaming torch, bitchfork
pretty brood.

no heartburn for
melting gaol bars of
deep damage goons

when lauded by market
applauds for cartoon
exploit of faking,
world war wounds

© Anthony Gorman 2019

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twolips for tippy-toes

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maiden courtship’s curious voyage twolips 
reform in garden rudder’s red-

‘least  knight rider arc questing ones
whose hand-held bowels bled,

in malfeasance’s cheez whiz salt sail seas 
of  capri-setting sun,

b-raving box store crew-cutter
gutter gales,

crude, blunt hours of goldenrod in
shimmer stardust showers-

dats A-team’s Face-fuckin’ flower
6 string pluckin’ power.

© Anthony Gorman 2019

image: https://pixabay.com/en/users/puravida_fotografie-102271/

image: pixabay (can’t find source)

 

buzzurd’s breakfaust

as crippled hippe john, i tap-tipple-toed long
on third choice bust’s ox nipples,
Mad Men milked flesh grapes to
rawhide raisin.

a lothario’s vain-tapped legacy of lechery
spanked new by intrance-wound bruise navy 
drought of taste

doomsday redreamed sailor’s lips sneaking streaky
with rat’s shoes, ‘cross sadlands of
‘best before’ swooning womb bulbs

no vacant blonde, cur worship mine
shall molder as waste

© Anthony Gorman 2019

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skulKing, sulKing, SucKING

i brew thorny
storms outside
her G- unit

GLOW from TV fishstank
show- 
broadcast grows mold on walls,
in widow

machete hums of happy man
strolled by pug
gnaws paws at my
cave lobes, irksome as shitfaced
lover’s smooch

i cringe, unhinged

tin-can tune nearly
familiar, not fore rain
enough, blows phat then
faint.

fruit roll-up sleeves,
mid- George forearm grill loosen and
slips much as brow drips fabreeze

sweat-camp stink creeps from
under harms as night
sleaze teases, cock
lamed and pro-lax

if she  coke whiffs 
my fentanyl woe, she’ll
exprose at pane

to slam, damned man- lit window
dark again.

© Anthony Gorman 2019

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