Save Me Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Save Me



On the steps of the risen hope
White mirrors of immunized bleach
Self righteous flowers that condemn
Run for the back graves
Nature a bent burden
Twisted like a Narrow road
There is hope for me
I need you
I need your red dress
I need your five inch heels
I need your silk stockings with garters
I need your late night poetry
I cannot lie
Save me

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Joseph Narusiewicz

Joseph Narusiewicz

So St Paul, Minnesota
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