Joseph Narusiewicz Poems

Mother rhymes with lover
The past and the future
I am old yet so hungry
I am young and need a lover
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Silver fingernails purple ego
Our emotions are the erotic colors
Culture of dragons
Fire burning caves of gold
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She rambles like the eighteenth century
Baudelaire opens drapes to the window
Arc light glows like a devil
Compliments are small beggars
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Blind rain falls like an addict
Her leather self esteem cries
Tiffany lamp like a corral moon
Can a stranger’s whisper reach you?
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Gracious morning spills its quiet
I awake with no depression
No hiding in sleep
The day is a surprise
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Amphetamine soldiers in chronic cadence
Shield of claws for the palace of prowess
They come again like nephilim romance
Marching in squadrons of spite
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On the beach we sit
Your eyes like bluebirds
Please see the world through my love
Love has settled all the questions
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Split streets like Montague and Capulet
Classes, education, money and power
Affluence and lies, politics, religion
My love is a self-centered story
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Please show up soon?
Be tired of the game, the world
Know that you can’t change it all
We need to care but in a real way
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Ambient lighting like a soft illusion
Sometimes silence is music
Night like a smug blanket
Poetry comes out of cemeteries
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