Masqueraid

The chalices spiked greedy, and the sights quick turned seedy as we flowed into…

masquerade 2

’round ravished,
ostentatious room,

flaunts of
mystic blood-house
masks

flatter past walls
and cryptic spaces

myriad grotesque, to
gallant, burlesque
in garnished
guise

in silk, satin-clay
plastic velveteen,
and feather

but what, these
see-through feigns

they reward no
eyes?

©Anthony Gorman 2019

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peaches and cores

peach 1

on the sturdiest peak
of island tropic
pulpit

through muffled bullhorn
i atone,

with casting call, blasted
for all grinding teeth to
reach their slippery sleep
in deepest bite-

god’s ripened flesh, our
summer’s passing  peaches,

lashes flutter, shivering faint-
kick-start heartbeat,

lest swarming the rotten cores
in chronic verbal pong

and fine print hang-ups ’bout
patch job impeachments.

©Anthony Gorman 2019

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don’t fear the dealer

drugs

on caving ceiling crests of
musty cellar eves,

she’s most likely to find me
bedsores and supine,

belting fine-tuned lunar swoons
of hamster cage bar blues,

in lieu of treading sepia lagoons of
paint thinner, coupon booze

both, idling diversions,
sleeves of same cushy sweater
guarding calico contusions,

still jonesin’ bottomless pause
of tie dye infused pollution,

momentarily, so grudgingly,
damn selflessly refused.

©Anthony Gorman 2019

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