jerome moore


Go With The Flow - Poem by jerome moore

a sprig of hemlock tea
coats my lips
like a lip balm

and the music opened like an umbrella overhead

I blow almond tasting kisses to the beautiful girls dancing in the alleyway
and just before it hits them
it climbs their frenetic bodies slowly
just like a cold...

and ice water can sometimes burn you
and hot lights can often blind you
and no love can seldom kill you
I clap hands like chalkboard erasers and go with the flow.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 15, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, March 15, 2013


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