Joseph Narusiewicz Poems

Gray city lurks like a drunken dream
Out of the fog and into the struggle
Under the rocks all this sorrow
All the things I regret
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Feed those crazy little lizards
Myopic words like their little tongues
More insecurity
More feigned kisses
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Don’t you love her mind?
All decorated with sex
Corridors of Spain and France
Flesh tones with high heels
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An old bust of Lincoln
Ideals of the secular stellar
Out the window my bird bath
My yard is cut and green
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Neurotic tongue with no quarter notes
Cardinals with breath in white slippers
Language is neither pawn nor king
Stairways in Vienna proud like stars
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In the corner in a dream
She sits on the leather couch
Wake up
Afraid
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Mitochondria DNA
Sins called back from the sea
Expanding Universe
Your genetic profile
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Her blue dress with her tan skin
One white pearl on her neck
We drive through Iowa
Day swoons like a lovely ribbon
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You call me good
My writing inspires you
You have no idea
How I love the warm wet tides
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