jerome moore Poems
|203.||On Writing A Novel Pt 2||8/27/2012|
|204.||And This Is Richmond||1/30/2013|
|205.||Life Among The Dying Earth||10/7/2013|
|209.||Give Her A Little Freaky Freaky She Looks Frustrated||12/21/2012|
|210.||Walking Walking Walking||8/22/2013|
|211.||Frottage Heavy Petting Mutual Masturbation||11/14/2012|
|212.||Cats Cradle! Cats Cradle||1/22/2013|
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Cats Cradle! Cats Cradle
Upon our first meeting I began to rhyme.
You sucked the saliva from my tongue, then hid away
when I came up on you clumsily stumbling
you grabbed my pupils and hindered me,
closed me, and inspired me,
but you ever failed to tempt me.
My shoulders bare of savage sands took you by surprise,
the freckles played games in the lolling sea.
and it could not pull us apart, you and me.
Your body began to quiver when the gusts arrived.
with conspiracy behind moonlight and mountain.
Spilling droplets with slang stinging drag.
In time. They all took a stab...
A winds veil is tangled
into the tops of those trees,
and the ashen clouds roll in then.
The alfalfa receives white powderstep makeup,
while gymnasts hang there tights on swolen branchs.
and Crooners hide in bunches behind the maidens lilly white reps
their Trumpets burried nose over tail wailing frenetic-like bop.