Poems of jerome moore
|2.||A Traffic Jam||7/12/2013|
|4.||Alley littered with Yesterdays news||10/24/2012|
|5.||Always our soul||10/16/2013|
|6.||And This is Richmond||1/30/2013|
|10.||Beat The Devil||10/29/2012|
|12.||between the bars -new-||7/26/2014|
|20.||Call girls have the loneliest of times at christmas||1/18/2013|
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?
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