breaking lucid bleak

on instagram as: grumpygorman

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fuck this melting gelato smog-
and its mist skittish ,
soot shroud-

laying reclaim to lewd shape
lines by shifting, sneering

reshuffling of the intimate
in focus, bold-brushing
swan grays to the side,

full spiral ahead
to verves of forfeit dead,
broke-winged things invading skies
in vermillions eyes

© Anthony Gorman 2019



illuminaughty by nature

if setting soul beam’s
gild has grimmed,

flick the fuckin’

offer hard-on bohemians
final chance for coal grove owl
graceless worship dance,

on wicked wonka walls
and sticky slit ceilings
they’ll grind, jerk and sway
our milk carton sun

then cast grotesque
rorschach silhouettes
on father nature’s
diddler screens,

these and other such mortal rots,
never should be

bathed in ritual babe’s bloody
lake depths, of which
most, have never

© Anthony Gorman 2019



fall off facades

on instagram as: grumpygorman

tropic palm oils tame tragedies
spewed at satin mare’s visage
shade, discreet

suspending toaster-fried bathroom death
in mariana’s leagues of lovers, arctic hands’ 
cut glass monologues knead contusions
‘tween lapse in sandstorm gasps

yet, by rites of a kamikaze brand kindness
and righteous eye-roll,
sunday chapel say

she skims jaundice curd from
cliches etched blanch in
briar clay of trusts,

“if you won’t concede you’re free
from feeling pleased, please stay
late ’nuff to sink pissed dram
libertine in steep-end
slow treading  me.”

© Anthony Gorman 2019


the moistest methods of peacoquette

on instagram as: grumpygorman

peacoquette sways flutters suave to
butter dripping strobe gone soft

on  sleek of gown sequins,
boasting boutique iridescence,

a bulging floodgate presence  
spurs divan, mount-me penance,

in pseudo-zealous,
chest-pound trance,

of sugar-nose, raving crows 
hooked on nasty dance

©Anthony Gorman 2019



day break-fast smiles

on instagram as: grumpygorman

absorbed moment molestation of
jerked from clouds attention

by one note guardian’s
mere murky, morning mention.

a fair fawn too minor for ruffling
weathers of the creepy
deep sea disturbs

that splinter wounds of 
haunted cabin minds, 
like mine.

she fireflies with breakfast sunshine,
like star sagging skies
are fine.

© Anthony Gorman 2019