Alison Rosalie Poems
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Undefined eyes of some mirthless blue;
Intentions unknown and Summerless pursuit:
Imagined only through a curtain's gape,
Past city limits iced with dope and rape.
It's gun-in-hand or limerence-in-heart.
This or that, hit of smack, blood forms of art.
A direct give-away, glazing the wall -
Stumbling to sleep at the height of it all.
Dipping in darkness in time to realize:
It's you who stalks love with too many eyes.
He who tugs at blinds in solemn repair
And prays about love that should run to you.
By, through a crack, gleaming angel ...
Planet On Poppies.
You could tell me you could name it
The earth’s on a rampage
And there ain’t no way we could tame it,
Well you wouldn’t needn’t shouldn’t have to advise me
Of clouds or seas to pass, but I’ll strangle the argument
and try not to look so desperate to agree.
Shake my head like desperate death,
desperate death desperate death,