Joseph Narusiewicz Poems

He sat at a Memphis greasy spoon
Hank Williams on the juke box
Black coffee, a hamburger and fries
He looked at the cartoons from the paper
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Love flies like an eagle
Hunting for tenderness
Watching the slightest movement
Wounded with longing
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Grovel with desperate aplomb
Your dignity is just a high school reunion
I will justify my time
Positions can be excuses
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They rise like slow feasting eagles
Every sea knows the bondage
Walls are hidden light
Fellini laughs like a feast
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I fall into her dreams
like bright dying leaves

Waiting for the breath of love
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Everything comfortable except your guts
Way inside these missive canyons
Purple authenticity
All these minions of antiques
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No one is as gentle as you
your heart under the rocks
yet the moon finds your eyes
all the flowers sigh in the sun
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These vignettes collide
Grazing in the pasture of violence
Narcissistic ire
Camera takes black eye liner
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a glance into the fairytale
shudders shed French light
Floors of cherrywood memory
Bronx snow drifts like Christmas
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be my Tuesday
my sweet open Tuesday
Fly with the geese
flow like the mysterious wind
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