Joseph Narusiewicz Poems

I've become a wet neuron
Calling on the tails of subspace
Swimming in the pleasure of purple
She opens up the sea
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Surrounded by a sea of serenity
I have faith
I have awareness
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I saw an angel on a strangers arm
by the theater near the train station
she was bright like Key West
like a Los Angeles beech
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Far above the trees a buddhist wind
No socialist hears the free bells
The avant-gard is over
Tunnels dug covered
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Tristan amour valence of ivory
Heaven is protestant prophecy
We work like SS guards
Energy dissipated without sheets
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Sage eyes in the rainbow of pain
Desire is a flame lit in her words
Deep words like ‘your faux pas
Her rules are a theater of Paris
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Resolution blooms like a blue rose
We are the flowers of the true sky
Sown in the soil where love can grow
Every hour eternity sublimely shines
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She whispers softly in my ear
My soul is a fire of dawn
Who could bring me this lovely creature?
Who could think of such a gift?
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I bought you some turquoise earrings
You smile like the spring
Our candle is on the kitchen table
Morning sun shines on your face
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