jerome moore


jerome moore Poems

81. My Garden 4/1/2013
82. Blank Wave 5/27/2013
83. Bitches Brew 5/29/2013
84. The Gorgeous Eco-Regional Corrugation. 5/29/2013
85. Thirty Down, Thirty Nine To Go And The Wind Is Right 6/28/2013
86. Deux Ex Machina 7/1/2013
87. Desert Tidalwave 7/1/2013
88. Nightmare 7/3/2013
89. Superman 7/3/2013
90. Belly Talk 7/2/2013
91. Yuki 7/3/2013
92. Swallow Mw 7/3/2013
93. Lazulite 7/2/2013
94. Academia 7/11/2013
95. Jean Beads 7/11/2013
96. A Traffic Jam 7/12/2013
97. Compass 7/6/2013
98. Stereo Saddness 7/6/2013
99. Brainwashed 7/6/2013
100. Nakedness Calls 7/6/2013
101. Lauren 7/5/2013
102. Scat 7/4/2013
103. Pink Underbellies 7/4/2013
104. Six Royal Vipers 7/3/2013
105. Fortress 7/1/2013
106. Tightrope Wire 7/1/2013
107. Rosemary 7/1/2013
108. Bottlerockets 6/30/2013
109. Mahlerman 6/29/2013
110. Court 8/5/2013
111. The Sea 7/5/2013
112. Portland Wolf 7/6/2013
113. Fires On The Hillside 7/7/2013
114. Words 7/10/2013
115. Quantities 8/15/2013
116. The Lie 8/14/2013
117. Like An Old Friend 8/17/2013
118. Shadows 8/18/2013
119. Consume 8/23/2013
120. The Poor 8/13/2013
Best Poem of jerome moore

Dear Courtney

I have decided to skip the cold derelict night and stay inside where I am still fairly warm.
Totally digging you tonight! our dates seem to end up running away from us and too soon,
I could chat with you all day long and still feel like I need to dig you more,
You make me happy and I feel we understand each other well and right now at this very moment in my life I feel at peace and everything feels right.
I don't miss you becuase I look foreword to the day I can visit you and feel like no time has passed but feel our relationship strong as ever and still growing like i have ...

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The Sea Deceives Me

The pages of the calendar fall to the ground,
crunch crunch crunch under our feet,
grinding themselves to dust.
Hours and numbers, days and months cover the earth with mosaic colors
as if a tempest had broken open a damn and they flood out into our fields, we rake them up, unspoken we burn them, we stuff them in threadbare and patchy clothing, we make scarecrows up to look like our former selves,
others we stuff in gutters and drains.
There are pages from a hundred years back in som

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