jerome moore Poems

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1.
Dear Courtney

I have decided to skip the cold derelict night and stay inside where I am still fairly warm.
Totally digging you tonight! our dates seem to end up running away from us and too soon,
I could chat with you all day long and still feel like I need to dig you more,
You make me happy and I feel we understand each other well and right now at this very moment in my life I feel at peace and everything feels right.
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2.
Cats Cradle! Cats Cradle

Upon our first meeting I began to rhyme.
You sucked the saliva from my tongue, then hid away
when I came up on you clumsily stumbling
you grabbed my pupils and hindered me,
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3.
Frottage Heavy Petting Mutual Masturbation

She tells me to meet her where the street dancers busk it.
leaves In the crowd I find her and begin a frotteuristic grind ≈ 'i want your body on me'
electric hands on her waist her butt rising in heat and sinking like on the tide of the hip hop. Then I follow her into a changing stall at the galleria where we engage in heavy petting, then we finish ourselves off in the elevator to the street of mutual masturbation … When I get to the apartment with a new shower curtain they are sitting at the table eating some sort of Pasta and meat sauce Cam telling her to EAT! …
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4.
Walking Walking Walking

into reality
an invisible barrier
turn back now to whence you came...
like a sheet of glass
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5.
Obey

The television tells me what I should do and to obey.
The church tells me to trade my soul for rules and traditions to act by.
The teachers tell me to listen to shut up, there will be a test you must pass.
put it in black and white,
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6.
Banquet

I see in your body a moist banquet, a loveable feast. I imagine myself a naked tramp, adorned in purloined barber rags, plodding the meringue on grit and vanishing wave, the stink of sour urine and fire walks beside me, through an endless desert, about as wide as it is long pulsating under an oppressive light bulb. With each step I drop into the stinging sand I feel emaciation tickling my toes tempting me to fall wrapping its fingers and slightly teasing me down from the tightrope I walk bare...
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7.
Give Her A Little Freaky Freaky She Looks Frustrated

8.
Shipwrecked

I am a
cold rock out at sea
and I feel it.
I wan't your warm body shipwrecked on me
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9.
Antipoet

and with a blast of silence
i experience all and nothing
and become further consciousness
a place where the chains of perception are lifted
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10.
I Took My Drum And Beat It

. I took my drum and beat it as they say
-sounding like I had a tambourine in my pants!
I reasoned that some ferocious sublimation on the esplanade was on the menu.
It might do me a whole lot of good,
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