Joseph Narusiewicz Poems

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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Surprise, the forest is surreal Degas
Dancers with risque balloons
Ferns as gentle as dreams
Dreams of libido poetry
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Quiet gold locks of butter fields
I walk on velvet praise
Your mind has portals
Groves of earnest tears
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Violet trees waiting for jazz
Count Basie shelters the urban rose
Dreams rest like the wind making love
Sweet serotonin in pagoda gowns
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Open the naive door
Lovers without a real core
Paint your sordid refrain
Love sighs like a lions mane
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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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We are perhaps the golden hills
Old men and the sea
Our being rising with the sun
We are succinct prose
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beautiful little island
blue sea like a friend of God
will you go and see Monet
will purity cross the bay
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A chill in the wind
Grotto restaurant like a cave
Spagetti sauce slowly simmers
I have to make life a small room
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