jerome moore


jerome moore Poems

1. Antipoet 8/23/2012
2. Dear Courtney 2/3/2013
3. Cats Cradle! Cats Cradle 1/22/2013
4. Frottage Heavy Petting Mutual Masturbation 11/14/2012
5. Walking Walking Walking 8/22/2013
6. Banquet 8/24/2013
7. Give Her A Little Freaky Freaky She Looks Frustrated 12/21/2012
8. Obey 3/19/2013
9. Shipwrecked 2/6/2013
10. I Took My Drum And Beat It 7/3/2014
11. Viva Mas 8/25/2012
12. Tiger Lillies 7/5/2013
13. Piñata 7/11/2013
14. And This Is Richmond 1/30/2013
15. On Writing A Novel Pt 2 8/27/2012
16. Life Among The Dying Earth 10/7/2013
17. Ceo (Creed Executive Officer) 6/26/2014
18. Mooch Winnipeg 7/9/2014
19. Snare Drum 7/1/2014
20. Maine Woods 8/23/2012
21. Naked In The Color Splash 9/2/2012
22. Masculine Feminine 8/11/2013
23. Like I Being Shot By A Diamond 10/24/2012
24. She Opened Her Legs... To Let The Light In 10/22/2012
25. Niku 11/14/2012
26. The Darkness 12/19/2012
27. Blondell Blondies 7/9/2014
28. Square Peg,,In A Round Hole 1/17/2014
29. Skid Row! 1/22/2014
30. My Mind Is A Bull 1/24/2014
31. Soup Kitche 1/25/2014
32. I Don'T Want To Be Rich… Rudiments Of A Killing Floor. Semblance Of A Dream. 1/28/2014
33. I Don'T Want To Be Richr. I Don'T Want To Be Rich… Rudiments Of A Killing Floor. Semblance Of A Dream.Semblance Of A Dream. 1/28/2014
34. Slams 1/30/2014
35. Now And Forever 2/12/2014
36. Needle 4/2/2014
37. I Like To Get Drunk And Play The Keys 4/30/2014
38. Old Man Prism 5/13/2014
39. Townie 6/9/2014
40. Ocean Wine 6/20/2014
Best Poem of jerome moore

Antipoet

and with a blast of silence
i experience all and nothing
and become further consciousness
a place where the chains of perception are lifted
and I am free out of mind and body
the walls are burning down around me
and I am nowhere

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The Rebel

Lauren I wander wounded-like, this labyrinth that has cut me with broken bottles,
and I have seen the moon blush which whimpers purple shades around our weathered alter.

Remember that alter I feigned for you?
Though Ive breathed through and swallowed bundles of smoke for you, the signals I feathered and fashioned towards you?

Remember?

Laying in our gourmet grotto at the brink of a pernicious pool, Indian summer? Me reading to you, readings echoing through the cypress like whipser

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