facescrapbooking

not each and ornary unihorn’s
hurtbutt harms are deep as
they are savoury

in complicated statuses
and spitshine meme parades-

tupperware wife trophies, livid
missing lid, feels unworthy

dirt-diggin’ hitchhiker bum
middle finger sore thumbs are in
storm swillin’ glories
,

for pink lemonades fresh squeezed
to chase pixel flavour of
filtered kiwi face
,

on paris, runway rails
to heaven’s hails
sort of hell

in wastebook’s epic
faceland story.

©Anthony Gorman 2019

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soap suds of simmer’s blood

she my slippery sudsy,
KY jelly friction burner
jacuzzi fantasy,

all screaming kettle whistle
kinds of thermal scars,
and epidural wines,

lap-kitty hums on,
chill cat but too cozy.

slathering epsom empress reigns
foamy champagne domine,
flouting bubble blossom wreath,

blissed midst plaid curtain waltz
at misfit prom, long beyond
earthly divine,

aloe vera angel cream drips
mercy’s morphines through
flooding stream’s salines

on rusty cactus pricks of
blistered calamines.

©Anthony Gorman 2019

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raging in to fade

incomplete, and adequate
as crippled portrait
framing corner,

on rotten dawn gales cracking with
tilting ladder pawns,

unwitting but scary keen
in fitted cashmere grays,

where flattery’s butter-up game
always spreads so smooth for play
.

now doomsday’s gamma rays
sulk in drenched pastel,

dusk escapes vesuvius –
raging steam just rain in fever’s fade
.

rest, ever as nature’s treasure-
oh lonely
star, eclipsed

drift in, fuzzy beach coastin’ blanket sway
of psalm leaves minding satin shade.

©Anthony Gorman 2019

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moonman and the sensoryships

sleepy hollow city potholw
han’t claimed tired
roadster rubber

for seems like stainless
steel sunsets,

clock-tic neon talk shimmer
of swaying traffic bulbs
,

long grayed by gear’s blueprint insistence
of precision’s auto sequence,

pushing white-bread brand homogeny
while taming tigger spontaneity-

treason’s gallows slow hanging
cauldron impulses ordained

with flaming comet trail
frequency.

©Anthony Gorman 2019

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crypt gate keepsake

raging hard-hat dreamer
creamy teen machines

snarly yawning on
‘n non,

bugspray-can, glitter tans
tempting babylon quicksands
.

same NSFWellfair ultraviolent
x-rays soak so toasty

on powdered donut underbelly beige
of NRAtheistic malaise.

new heavy petting zoo monkeys-

twitching, sasquished bigots of
window’s rainglow flies
,

earthed as sacred contraband,
in cryptwatch keeper’s
creepy hands.

©Anthony Gorman 2019

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a grumpy gift: Spirit by WATT

My doting of Watt poet’s Spirit, I hope it’s peace when you feel it.

a heart that wandered too far,
too lost
and would right a wrong, and sing a song
with burning desire deep in the heart. 
the crowbar scream over velvet rainbows at the
end of a dream,
I’m ending in flames, the shape of figurines, 
and they could place my mind in marines, for my grandiose longing, lingering over time on islands and soul,
can roam cross the fatal crossings
and blow away to Mars. 
then I lay above, lie down, 
in the vacuum where everything is escaping, facing the rhyme of pulse,
and this nighttime and every moment since
has made something almost mine,
in the throb of my veined valleys,
in the sounds of my temple,
in the optic opacity of my eyes,
to give me a paradise that flows thru my finish line.

©WATT 2019

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a grumpy gift: Consciousness Theory – Fauxcroft

https://fauxcroft.com/

i share my nurtured version of this talented poet’s composition.. i hope you enjoy. 🙂

Consciousness is not a religious thing

Religion relies on sheep like thinking

Following texts and commandments passed down

Without questioning or asking why

Is it this way

We have free will to make our own decisions each day.

Consciousness is about living your own way

In an existential state

No authority but your own

Learning without being shown

Discovering things we’ve never known

Using this to develop and grown

To nurture the seeds we have sown

To focus within and find our authentic truth and self

Realising we have a sea of wealth revolving around wisdom

And conscious creative reality

Doing the right thing and being kind

While all the time living a good and peaceful life

Isn’t anything to do with religion

That man made concept constantly driven

By people in pulpits dealing out guilt and sin

This is not something I believe in

I believe in ethic and morals

Traits sadly lost that cannot be borrowed

But are learnt from intellectuality

And understanding equality

And realising we are all the same

Not divided by different God’s playing different games.

©Fauxcroft 2019

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