Joseph Narusiewicz Poems

Like a bluebird on a mystic branch
I await the light of your mescaline moon
Violet moon in a desert dream
Ships made of starlight
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Drones of the rising sun
Stones made of kingdoms gone
Will you open doors of love
The sea has called me beneath
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Clay vessels like urns of Keats
Rimbaud is empty; so very empty
Enigmatic as a prometheus sexton
These wayward silver ships
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Crested night like a poem of opium
Your cascading tears paint terminal virgins
She never really rests
Is the hero of death your rescue
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She has gone with Oscar Wilde
She leaves the banal circuit court
Amidst the ghost hotel she awakes
Champaign skin with rueful draperies
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Large wings made of new orange glitter
They dance like painted rocket ships
Earth is hard to leave
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See the crushed sincerity
All the lifted up
Shame redeemed in gold
I was lost and now i'm found
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You are songs from a wounded heart
Sweet as a river breeze on a hot day
Goldfinch sing along my blessed path
Theodora, how I wished you were here
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Release like a seizure
a mad frightening awakening
Does your darkness stalk you?
Pretense behind the white picket fence
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Chandeliers of the awful stage
You become a thing
a shill
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