through lion’s eye

lion

you’re taming tigers,
by squishing spiders,

cat-fishing crook-
hard, barb-wired,
rickety rod shook-

hate hook pierced lion’s
eye, without e’en
trying,

you turn 
caring away,

he’s simba,
crying.

© Anthony Gorman 2019

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a lil nothing

just a pretty little poem
about nothing-

a lonely lover’s wisp
of ivory string,

bravery stripped from
ripped raincoat

at rest stop on
tip of smug
finger-

 blown mort,
or left to
linger.

© Anthony Gorman 2019

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not so easy exit

exit 1

thought i saw
sparkle

in awe of
spot where
paint hit,

lit lantern
carried it down
caverns

each turn bit
harder than
turn before
it

to exit.

met bursts of
flash and neon
gloss

greys lost to
vibrant swirls of
floss

tossed all dragging
ghosts aside,

no longer feel the
need to
hide.

© Anthony Gorman 2019

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detachmeant

kiss on the windy slicked
cheek twice a
week

‘tween tight strangers
that speak

lags of language so
meek,

can’t hear it
from inside
the ear-

clearly it’s
fear of feeling
real

in snake skins that
prefer silence
of sin

over opening old
wounds and
soup tins.

© Anthony Gorman 2019

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