gregory collins Poems
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A Pearl Far Away From Its Shell
You have an innocent smile that touches my
shoulders. Vowels supported by darkness itself.
But i can can't see death pushing aside the
roots of life: Life is a long meditative walk
about why the smell of pollen reminds one
of the soul. So why do we take fire onto ourselves,
that ends in the form of prayer. The fact that
such a gentle song will decompose my body.
My nose, blankly sniffing, dreams a dream.
I have an invisable flag from under falling leaves,
and it is still summer to the bones of the tree.
To the merchant of the earth and ...
Smell The Clouds Feet
Smell the clouds feet, a dingy waiting room for rain.
A useless pasttime. Catch snowflakes in your head,
the same day comes every day of the year. Nothing
is different. Not even the dream ready to rot, or the
scar of wind swept hearts. But joy and suffering peek
across the wire netting of our souls. They are looking