Kissing Bugs

Tiny things
like kissing bugs—
an unmanageable infestation,
ubiquitous year-round, not
subjected to the promises
of the seasons—of the genus
Circumstance, known for
its bite, which can kill
quickly depending
on its position
on one's previously
fixed face. Difficult
to avoid, both the bug
and the bite, and this
is life—the excess of
little things like
red lights and daydreams
partnering up to form
something tremendous...
a catalytic pair and
a lack of awareness—
enough to tear, with teeth,
two fangs, beneath flesh,
leaving little spangles
of ruby blood, fresh or
refreshed, above and 
poison below, seeping
into the stream that
leads straight to the
brain.


Only one of those kissing bugs—
the same kind, actually—could
remedy the damage done.
All it takes is another bite,
which would have to be
hastily administered. 

 

 

Originally written April 20th, 2015.

©Copyright Harrison Gorman 2015All Rights Reserved.

Cells

Cells, all of them, rallying
together to form this specific,
rapacious acquaintance—a grizzly
Great Gazoo, not in green,
in fiery red—a tormentor
of sorts, a reminder that
eats away at the cancerous
connections made out of
monophobia, leaving a cavernous
emptiness and no one else to
turn to. It's not the worst
of things, but it's bloody
scary at times to be left
alone with it, with a force
both inside and outside one's
self deciding—regardless of
the soundness of certain
judgement calls—who can
be trusted and who cannot.


 

Originally written April 15th, 2015.

©Copyright Harrison Gorman 2015All Rights Reserved.

Fuck Plato

Complete with coattail crossovers,
something to cover your ass, and
taken-to-hotels lost lovers,
dismissed history etched in brass—
Come and get some new, bare affection!
You heard what I said! Care too much,
avoid detection, and never really
reach the bed!
 

 

Originally published in the collection Dances with Time and Circumstance

©Copyright Harrison Gorman 2015All Rights Reserved.

#37

You're all yin
and no yang, and
that may sound funny,
but it's a serious
matter of deficiency
on your part. The absence
of duality is the absence
of balance and the absence
of balance is unnatural.
Don't try to turn things
around—then you'll be
all yang and no yin.
Instead, try to grow
your own yang,
and know that such
an additional part
of you would only
complement your character.


 

Originally published in the collection Dances with Time and Circumstance

©Copyright Harrison Gorman 2015All Rights Reserved.


On Attraction

Impetuous vibes,
attraction in the airwaves,
free space taking on weight.
It all converges
over grounded principles,
and it should be known
that I don't condone your
tactical placement of such
impractical intervals
of time between our
monumental, albeit momentary,
fracturing of the paradigm—
the modern model of dating
built on nearly thoughtless
exchanges negating our
ability to see
the deranged nature
of such unnatural behavior.


 

Originally published in the collection Dances with Time and Circumstance

©Copyright Harrison Gorman 2015All Rights Reserved.