Joseph Narusiewicz Poems

She is the wrath of silence
Terrible dark quiet
I slowly die
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Drone nights where poetry suckles sanity
A refuge for neuro transmitters
Pathways away from Borg circles
Some of us are small against our malice
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I hurt a dove
She landed on my sill
With wings of glorious heaven
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Oh Sylvia Sylvia I miss you
Like Van Gogh you felt pain
Wild flowers cry
Scream like England's tides
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Intimacy, mystic like the land
Perfume rich with apple orchards
We are not vacuums
Romance needs setting
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Every woman is a divine fire
My desire will never go out
You make me writhe
Her red Chloe fingernails
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Born in the department store
The animal farm
The reservation
Run! semiautomatics are going off
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Beasts sing with genes of mad men
Pain is the articulate news article
Utopian biological sex
Your perfect Greek form cloned
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Do you ever fight for your sanity?
Sometimes when I pray I have premonitions
Do you shut the doors for days and lust
I do and I know you
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Your star like the house of seven gables
A great ship out the window
Salem in a witches wind
Black cats and fog in the cemetery
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