Big Spoon Swooning

meadow moon

my ragged arm drapes your
hidden stage and i take
my protective place,

‘hind your
resting heart,

our sighs and talk bubbles
float the same directions,
fearless in firing squad
of petty distractions,

dialed in to subtlest reactions
of mutual sweat attractions-

our coziest position
for curled cure 

© Anthony Gorman 2019




Ticking Tucker Sells His Luck

…what happens to emotion unexpressed.  Find your outlet, and make it one that doesn’t hurt others.. 

man with gun

gutless toss of human peel
jams writhing, midnight steel
to twitching temple, braced,

he jackhammers temper threats
into emptied household space-

just a bulldozer, sucking thumb with
soggy, time-bomb eyes

roped to bewares of
own soul’s cold swivel chair,

retching bile rusts of
just desserts and
musty doll hair.

© Anthony Gorman 2019