fades in beige (an ode to william corgan)

when your life is lacking taint,  it’s your job to get out the paint… 


was the fall of Eve,
in frosted velvet cupcake sheets,

when twilight curiosities
wagged parlour fingers
in space, at me.

caught bloody palms, brain free
in gentler brush of
sweetheart’s tree

all slain, bold gashes
in beiges of backsplashes 

© Anthony Gorman 2019

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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

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captive adaptive

on instagram as: grumpygorman


lead paint mist garden sea’s
sun-soiled linens,

north pole sheet folds edged in
pale washed velveteen,

boredom bride’s deepest rose blushing
of sides, denies bolstered benzene, crushing
pea queen’s court mattress

now cursed to crawl shameful length
of draco’s rapture, all fours atop
cracked-echo glacier

through trust split tiers
to brazen, staged dagger
play demands-

dear ‘bedpost thrall’ prudence
feigns cheap incense flicker-flame in
fumbling umbra of strapping man’s
knuckle commands,

cue impending stir of sticky seed squall,
and sketchy-nerve brandy binges
with salty sailor schemes,

laced chlorine cleanse with rainless bow
summit of limp southern border
inchworm brain,

and to think, i almost bottom shelved
this good god gift of perpetual

such pressed button lungs, prod 
serrated spear misery midst
wisp of pleased wheeze

only crackling slightly
with leafs of ironbarks,
on thinned airs taken in,

love of labour’s death nest
treasure chest, now picnic casket
of fried twigs, candied scorn
and escape artist daddy

never again, one to flee
upright, upset tides
of freedom’s swollen
foam seas

© Anthony Gorman 2019

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today sorta grey

my fool’s gold pledge
spun kind at

mum can’t sew baddest sorrow ‘s
deep see dusks ’nuff to tend rain
to every pine floor,
sole-soggy day,

though seems by smudged mirror
abyss of street-lamp riots,
dammit, it just

those suspect,  agent clouds’
anchors for eyelids lose
weighting feud
with gravity

lone flawed force-
or is it you blessed with
blight of keeping hold of me?

matters not when
i can see what you see.

© Anthony Gorman 2019

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free fall home

you’re invested only in grismal solstice
flaking ode discharge’s mannered 
bare-bough oath to leaving

i shrunk snide, to grate trills of
swallowed star-soot
fossil birds

fleeing ancient,  closed  concave chest
diary scrawl jokes on greying crust
of firewood oaks

i roar on, curdled in righteous pity deity clots of
desert ocean’s potion pleads,

dear arch achilles’ morning maid, you’re steel-boots grace,
yet laced to fickle comet glees,

ever caught conspiring to island smog desires
in your fated figment verse
to free

so, steer blown axis for crowning fireball’s plummet
square through chalk bones’ hollows
home of me

© Anthony Gorman 2019

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a taste of wasteland

bald butcher’s Hermes knot
pinched Boss sphyncter
tear-duct tight,

bunches of bastard’s dastardly branches
bound round to suspend blue gravel
flood supply,

to crippling, honey-cunt fueled fishbowl
of wayward, slain silk-whore mind,

‘hind jawbone fenced bleach wasteland grief
gorge of truth truant face

mars-pit eyes, more vanished night
than soothing sunshine rust

no safer surf-coward cowboy
cactus place for sweeping last,
every man’s muscle mistake

© Anthony Gorman 2019

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