Joseph Narusiewicz Poems

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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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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I await euphoria in blue centuries
Paths lead us to the crystal fountains
Copernicus on a golden wheel of clouds
Find the melody of life in the mountains
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White marks on de Kooning women
Fragments of the fragile symbol
Redefined, undefined and lonely
I see her grafted identity
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Have you seen the end of the world
Curled up to your last ripe sin
We sit on the evening clock
Cannibals of Zeus and democracy
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Like a star that pours its haze on me
Major ninth chords that flower sevenths
Bass notes heavenly with feminine summer
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Lizards sigh with mystic parrots
Blood as blue as pierced pagans
Painted for the spirit journey
These heads in the ebony world
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She wrestles with fire of a vampire
Footsteps on the roof
Moonbeams of a wolf
Tiles as cool as stolen snow
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