jerome moore Poems

Bottle rockets Whirrr
In one ear out the other
and birds sing alone.
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There is so much on my mind,
oh soul
I begin to write but cannot tell where i am
Where am I driver?
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You are stratifying mica mineral tipped arrow with soft full-bodied cedar flank fletched by lustrous copper threaded owl feathers soaring through an electrical nebulous of jellyfish flickering in a billowus trail of bubblebath tenderness closing into your eyes a chamber void a world composed of electric firmament and scathing tendrils which have the power of hypnotizing me.

Our intimacy is harmony
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Quantity Over Quality

we cant reach a state of equality.
only a state of quantity
the technocrats upgrade
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THe hazards of sincerity
the reticent train enters through the tunnel in reverse
pathological and curvaceous choice in words
her voluptuous eyes
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Spring Returns like and old friend
Home from war.
He carries on the same as ever
only he is colder and cries more often.
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Whats it like planting a lie in your psych profound enough
to change your perspective and stunt your development?

I suppose it is much like seeing out of dirty foggy glasses
or a pair with a slight and unnoticeable
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What have we come to?
We've gone from hunter gatherers
to consumer hoarders.
Makers and traders to destroyers and spenders
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The sea,
a blanket hung by the maiden:
blowing in the winds,
blowing from the line.
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