Joseph Narusiewicz Poems

Under the crushing wheel
Can you bring peace or just more system?
I want to be invisible
Away from the buttons and the handles
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Dials turn the moon toward you
Purple holes destabilize my dreams
Hungry dreams of Jennifer’s tubes
Turns of the sweet silk dials
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Now the sky is orange and fields purple
Who am I except your bright meadow?
Wonder is a painter who prays
Time a heart with cathedrals
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Filled with centuries of quiet rain
I await a garden
I await the fate of lush fruit
Avant-garde paintings of relentless blue
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Vapor jungle, the incense of love
Passage into the colored stove
Her call is the fire lamp of leather
Slaves crowned with royal purple
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Velum of sordid romance
Permeable bridge of the tired
Storm whimpers into a middle class fog
Love of money drains her soul
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I have felt the sea flowing in the blue
In love with meadows of the stars
Sage rising in orange purple Moons
No fear, no doubt, eternal joy
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Her eyes of summer rain
Fire on the dew of morning
Her first kiss awakens the earth
Birth of a love growing by the river
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I can never own her
Mystery captured dies
Rivers flow by Sitting Bull
Ghost warriors laughing streams
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In the succulent knowledge of black
Kings palaces with lost reprobate pawns
All these seen in the astro world
We must go into the wilderness
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