fades in beige (an ode to william corgan)

when your life is lacking taint,  it’s your job to get out the paint… 


was the fall of Eve,
in frosted velvet cupcake sheets,

when twilight curiosities
wagged parlour fingers
in space, at me.

caught bloody palms, brain free
in gentler brush of
sweetheart’s tree

all slain, bold gashes
in beiges of backsplashes 

© Anthony Gorman 2019

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blunted blade blues

nice notes 2

golden swan-dive tune’s
deep doldrums barking croon
swaggers hot with swing,

spinning spicy sax notes
round chinked-fang 
chain bride ring,

sung-up sun bared backs,
rolling our blacks out in
midnight mares,

next, gong-toll loopholes
sage smoke our grudges in
gloomy rose blush dusk swarm,

mopping sweat, tucking quarrels
under roach snug corners
of blotter acid-jazzy

blunting pinch of
soured cherry cello in

© Anthony Gorman 2019

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