Norman F. Santos Poems

A predicament, in grills
Pirouetting in a prancing vinyl
Groping inside a rupture
Fractured cranium
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And I’ll walk down a familiar path
With a worn out sole and a heavy heart
I’ll dream of amends futilely in the midst
And in your faith tightly cleaves.
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Gnawing at the edge of stale thoughts
A peremptory heart inept to emancipate
Constrained in shackles of shrilling frost
From sedative sentiments consoling to fulminate
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Exigent hands quaver with every piece and every move
Trepidation burns by the wrists and incinerates to approve
Taking leisure with the melody of the clacking marble board
Draining the chance in every silence, a scheme averting discord
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If I would exasperate and counterfeit a smile voided of depth,
Would you surmise it is corrupted by a whimsy death?
Held by brazen anguish and slaughtered torment in ambiguity
Beckoned by subdued wails throbbing beneath an exterior of dexterity
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In a grave cradled by morose
Festooned with a lonely rose
A dead man, a living ghost
Emancipates from a comatose
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Your hair of synthetic shades and its torrid arcane
That palms its wave to a coaxing fiction
Grating mirth of profuse delight,
Destructing hurricane.
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Divulge yourself in my language
Speak of forked tongues that can masticate
Imagery with psychedelic blades
And swallow these swords so you can tell me
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Affable moon pestering with a silver smile
You have met a diffident withholding a cynic eye
But what is there a reticent boy ought to do?
Inside your impassable time; a temptation in overdue
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Spade:
A city of metallic urgency
Come, rape the society
Your blaring highways
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