a paternal shade

moon father

oh, my sea lion son,
and clever deer light

what do you make of  speck
figment father?

comforts whispered from
confines of calm shade,
on warmest evenings

shimmer waves,
to shores mutual moon.

image, jumbled fade of
seizing pixels and
dead horse emojis

some days, welcomed
dad connecting,

others, old drifter

trapping washed out snapshots
when i pause the flashback

to free us three
in moonbeams.

© Anthony Gorman 2019

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The Bleached Beach Door

beach bleached door

forgot to brave my shaky 
toes outside,

rather, sunk slow lava
into arctic caves
hoping that

savior was sleeping somewhere
in this forbidden forest

then, his sagest face
flashed fast in storm
form of rock and
waves by blessed

beach breeze washed inch
of open light
under cellar door.

© Anthony Gorman 2019

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blue on you

blue guitar 1

treading sonic spread of
echo ocean spans and spaces,

‘tween scorched bridge
and raw-boat refrain

to reach brassy flats of
sharp, touchy tender

thrumming nerve of
chord, contained

© Anthony Gorman 2019

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bottom dwelling


to stand,

lurching lethal,
darkest cushion stain,
now claiming couch frame,

i slag swelled knuckles
‘cross berber quicksand

to temple throne,
for broken

spat my taste at gurgling
mirror face,

dunked tooth bush needles in
assault and flattery

vigil dimmed by flushing
dawn window,

amid floater flecks
of snarling placid.

© Anthony Gorman 2019

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