Carnal Gardens Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
Carnal Gardens
Love lights on the river of chaos
We are poets amidst the last days
Way under the ground there is hope
Different sky where the circles connect
Until then these broken lines must do
Laramie tears chill the jungle fantasy
Everything isn't all right
You are nice - you are real
Burning charred nations
Cages beyond resentment
Meaning kisses me like a spy
She rhymes the fragrant wild roses
Geraniums by the sea of Philadelphia
Will your wet panties soak my mind?
I have purchased new sheets
Carnal gardens like a pool of perfume
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4/26/2024 3:41:01 PM # 1.0.0.1119
if the wet panties soaked your mind, WOULD you mind? i suppose it depends on the liquid wetting them. this poem is a little beyond my scope of understanding, but thanks for sharing. :) bri