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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terrare

every tick, sinister mister creak
of “look the other way”
laminate stair
leather

spooked ship-sunk heart of 
each yelpless, he-wrecked
dove tale feather

on alabaster cream cross
of bedroom fawn’s
floodlit nape

in streaming salve in Jesus’ love,
the soul escapes

© Anthony Gorman 2019

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junk journal

leaky, highwayman’s head on a plate,
rot-bite record

autrographed, epitaphed
abruptured laugh
history

half-noxious, naughty thrill
mystery silage

for nobody’s
seedy, soul scrapist
floor stuck eyes

‘specially
mein.

© Anthony Gorman 2019

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words #8 (I keep ’em short)

words #4

i use few words ’cause
it’s habit

to inhabit routine’s beige
rot machine, pumping  fat
fear, fucked on cold cock
screen

gears reel dreary real
feelings, into flabby phrases
for mock healing

but sinking ceilings drip
doubt, ’till fated flip
slips back to slick
script laced with
prozac and tits

abated brain’s trained,
to avert strained
exert-
favouring same plain
pain-train flavoured 
hurt

bloated tight with trite
rhymes in duplicate
patterns, coated
in batter from splatter
greasy old gold spent
times-

in low patience peace
of night-time’s grime,

words, keep ’em
short.

© Anthony Gorman 2019

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be.

erase hanging hate with
stirred cryptic slur
and wander-

suck taste, like you’ve
died, biting growl
of thunder

in septic
blur.

© Anthony Gorman 2019

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scatters

photo

turmoil in white
trim,

stiff long before
bulb flashed,

a leer at hollow print
won’t unearth
sun,

past has still
passed.

© Anthony Gorman 2019

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