Joseph Narusiewicz Poems

Lost in long winding hallways
Do you shut the door and lock it?
Imagination by the vicarious
Have you left the earth to others
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Claws on the whiskey glass
Spartacus rests in a garden of scorpions
Heads of parrots like feathered war
Beneath the aplomb hills of skulls
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I hear the beat of the working class
Fairs and trumpets
Hats and jazz
Women with feathers bright as joy
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Time is a libra scale with symbols
All these Jaco Pastorius notes
Color cries like a bipolar club
9 days to die
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I shall lay in your memories
dawn closes the windows
moonlight has become my universe
silk stars moan like trains
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Upon the sea I cast my poetry
dreams no longer have armies
protected by blue fleets of stars
serenity casts you away
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I am the burnished impressionist
Salon of changing light and shadow
We meet on streets of burgeoning values
Free stores, concerts, parks, flowers
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Beyond the curtain of honor
Shot into History
He belongs to the ages
Tears reach the doors of time
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Think about how many churches use tax exempt status. All kinds of people file their tithes and offerings as charity and get back money from the federal government. Then so many of these same people turn around and preach about BIG GOVERNMENT! They use a law to their advantage and think nothing of it.
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Archers of the lubricous night
she aims at the purple stars
pigeons march in spiritual spirals
evening is ripe with hedged moonlight
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