Joseph Narusiewicz Poems

These lapses of memory
Quaint as a man living without love
Through the window the old city
Streets we held hands on
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your bosom of iron sea
nothing touches me like you
your wealth of joy
your teasing smile
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Pithy saints of the seventh wave
Democracy becomes the flesh
The will of all the fallen flesh
Technology sleeps with the flesh
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Every flower coming out of the ground
into sunlight and bringing marvel
Ringing bells of joyful beauty

Hear the new streams amidst the moss
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Sanity the coven of stereotypes
We know our delusions so well
Pierced earrings of the erotic theater
Staircase as dark as self knowing
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Abalone poise the pink Goddess
Revel deep in the id of fire
Her golden silk fire
I am the waiting summer
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We kiss under the warrior stars
Waters stutter like blue python
They come with silent chains
The forest cannot run
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Intimacy the colors of a connection
Spilled paint on a free canvas
Eyes like an easel of an apple orchard
Sometimes even the trouble get visitations
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Basking in the blue sorrow of goodbye
She hides a tear by her Roman bath
Love teaches us of times burning fire
Gentle mother gone like a flower
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I slept in music of redshift orange
You were tides of pink fire
Once again harmony paints
My walls are invaded
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