fades in beige (an ode to william corgan)

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

neutral

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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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,
unraveling

“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

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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

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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

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buzzurd’s breakfaust

as crippled hippe john, i tap-tipple-toed long
on third choice bust’s ox nipples,
Mad Men milked flesh grapes to
rawhide raisin.

a lothario’s vain-tapped legacy of lechery
spanked new by intrance-wound bruise navy 
drought of taste

doomsday redreamed sailor’s lips sneaking streaky
with rat’s shoes, ‘cross sadlands of
‘best before’ swooning womb bulbs

no vacant blonde, cur worship mine
shall molder as waste

© Anthony Gorman 2019

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cutting room floor

telephantic, minor-key ivories
 deflect inland wars,  no more

to marrow’s babbled black & whites ripped
from flushed gut of dropout’s wrist

missed-call lapses in hesitance
drip ‘heckler’s digs’ kinda sore on
checker fades of floor

dimming dawn pools into
blush white-cell feature screen

film’s flimsy plot hacked,
ever afters,  ne’er seen

© Anthony Gorman 2019

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jackie’s hook

cross2

tear-slit tides of low self-regime’s triggered taunts 
spray in dry tirades of rancid loose lip gloss
flaunts,

prowling harpy’s hymnotic canto vowels,  gouge crypt’s silent slumber deep, 
brittle arch-ego spring, mists gurgling magma dross from
frosts of jilted jackie’s midst-thigh froth

– yet ’tis she,
my caving slave-heart’s madness wants.

© Anthony Gorman 2019

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