Joseph Narusiewicz Poems

Sultry fangs hidden in love
Antique hatred decorated with tassels
These purple chairs like hooves
Fear opens French windows
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Hyacinth windows made of Chrome
Out the door the madness roars
See the summer vines glow with thyme
Vassels of the Queen of light
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Do you wait for reckless half moons
Theater without pomegranates
Doves as empty as icons
I wait for your frail rose
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Clocks that melt but start the end
Stars never smile for the forbidden
Muse without floors
Magic lovers now without clocks
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Castanets shriveled gold glare
Used and sheer silk stockings
Titans of quantity
Abyss of abandoned ideals
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scattered words on a canvass
Dripping paint
a bit of myth
Chance
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These shadows hover like indolence
Is love the impudence of an erect sentinel
You sing like the jasper dawn
Muse of my sphinx soul
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Flamingo flames as dangerous as doubt
I doubt your sincere whispers
Concave of fear
The little elves are tattle tales
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Almost half of the population of Sub-Saharan Africa
lives on less than one dollar a day
the highest level of poverty in the world.
My little neurotic sexual white mans mind is aloof
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Sappho crying on the awful islands
Blistered by vain Venus
Forsaken by the Greek colonnades
Pinnacles of Zeus thunder
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