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 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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