Joseph Narusiewicz Poems

The house in the rain
Candles in the window
Cat on the couch
Winners cleansed in trials
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Death carried his guitar like a shadow
They danced to the rotting bones
To the ringing awful bells
The stage was bright and black
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The hummingbird hovered by the violet sun
Blue flowers sang like high mountains
We rested by the womb of clouds
New lands along the precipitous path
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Railroad tracks in a restless sky
Moving like Jack in Denver
Writers justified by pain and wind
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Like the path of water
Deserts that blossom
Paris in candles
Doors of violet silk
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Cocoanut candle in the slumbering moon
Reprieve where the tiger sleeps
Serotonin burns the village fire
Roads on the Caribbean island coast
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i know they're going to blow it up
or change species by mixing DNA
until man is a Nietzsche nightmare
but until it's over i am going to love
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These mad wheels turn like rainbows
I am older than the rain
Older than the grand sun
Young like Billie Holiday crying
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Drizzle like a 1984 vampire
in the ground Sid Vicious creeks
do you loath the conscience?
do you feel the Grand Inquisitor?
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