junk journal

leaky, highwayman’s head on a plate,
rot-bite record

autrographed, epitaphed
abruptured laugh

half-noxious, naughty thrill
mystery silage

for nobody’s
seedy, soul scrapist
floor stuck eyes


© Anthony Gorman 2019

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warning: the sun breathes death
roads are death too
don’t sip that water’s poisoned
more war-pawns dead
the air is sick
don’t open doors to stranglers
humans are unkind
help me, please? please? please? please?
your shopping cart’s a loaded weapon
teen beaten and stuffed in locker 
hot pocket, microwave, welcome the end
don’t touch down theirs
we’re out of touch
buy this now!!!!
staple maple glazed eyes
shirk shark infested feeling
don’t drive drunker
cars and beers on sail
shuffle to work on-timer’s time
lock glock doors, turn out slights
zzsleep, don’t dream
beleave in all things
and no thing

© Anthony Gorman 2019

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dreaming demon down

anchor 1

heaved lucid lucy’s demon
anchor, clear with cheer
over the board

spied, slit-eyed for
dramatic splash,

sunk leery as briny sea lips
gnawed iron stone, towing it to
murky floor

washed eyelids flickered,
waxy weightless as

lucy’s livid anchor’s
links love -licked clean
by ocean’s tongue

chains dissolve in
swaying waistline
waves stroll to shore

demon anchor,
slows ship no more.

© Anthony Gorman 2019

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time cursed


grief 4

pray tell, ring the  bells,
what’s that, grey
sticky smell?

it’s grief-

cruel, wanton dusk

seized my dear
daylight drear repose

in his soft,
soul sleep.

me, left stretching
wretched years away

’till i

death’s relief.

© Anthony Gorman 2019

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