jerome moore


jerome moore Poems

1. Trace The Sky As If Giant Fingers Took The Horizon And Lifted It Over Your Eyes 9/3/2012
2. Homomatopoia 9/12/2012
3. Full Blotto Again 9/21/2012
4. ... Revisited 9/23/2012
5. Scintilating Like Sparklers 9/23/2012
6. Jealousy Is Born 9/23/2012
7. My Little Cyclone 9/23/2012
8. Exterminating Dante 9/24/2012
9. Lust For Life 9/28/2012
10. Colleen Says 10/2/2012
11. The Curtains Hung Out The Window Like An Old Flame 10/12/2012
12. Just Be Sure Not To Rock The Boat 10/12/2012
13. This Cosmoccocic Treadmill 10/19/2012
14. Heil Marry 10/19/2012
15. Idlewave 10/22/2012
16. Forty Miles From The City 10/22/2012
17. The Sea Deceives Me 8/23/2012
18. The Rebel 8/23/2012
19. Tigress-Like Resting Under Limpid Pistil Torches 8/23/2012
20. Standing Against The Streetlights 8/23/2012
21. Please Remove Youre Eye Makeup 8/23/2012
22. Mummifiers Two 8/23/2012
23. Back Alleyhaiku 8/23/2012
24. On Writing A Novel Pt 1 8/27/2012
25. Shopping List 8/28/2012
26. Mendicant Heart 8/28/2012
27. Readings Of Sex 8/28/2012
28. The World Is One Typographical Error 9/1/2012
29. This Is Not Plagerism Made In The Usa 8/23/2012
30. Put A Tiger In The Gas Tank. 10/24/2012
31. Alley Littered With Yesterdays News 10/24/2012
32. My Eyes The Color Of Water 10/25/2012
33. Solidarity In Lines 10/25/2012
34. She Washes Her Legs In The Fountain 10/25/2012
35. Destructive Retrograde 10/25/2012
36. Remember Those Cruel Months? 10/26/2012
37. Sega Genesis Prelude To Saturn 10/26/2012
38. Perpetual Tan 10/29/2012
39. Beat The Devil 10/29/2012
40. Folding Screen 10/31/2012
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 Sea Deceives Me

The pages of the calendar fall to the ground,
crunch crunch crunch under our feet,
grinding themselves to dust.
Hours and numbers, days and months cover the earth with mosaic colors
as if a tempest had broken open a damn and they flood out into our fields, we rake them up, unspoken we burn them, we stuff them in threadbare and patchy clothing, we make scarecrows up to look like our former selves,
others we stuff in gutters and drains.
There are pages from a hundred years back in som

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