Joseph Narusiewicz

Silver Star - 3,324 Points (9/29/50 / So St Paul, Minnesota)

Witches Moon - Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Drizzle like a 1984 vampire
in the ground Sid Vicious creeks
do you loath the conscience?
do you feel the Grand Inquisitor?
her bright mind like an oven
dreams outside the white light
voices like scars of a pentagram

Turn the camera on
in the body still but close to horns
salvage the love of a daughter
graze over the stones of terrorists
everyone walks like Judas
on the hill they dance like razor blades
they rip the souls of idolaters

Broad gates under the witches moon

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 28, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, November 28, 2013

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