Joseph Narusiewicz Poems

No succubus shadow shall visit tonight
Her whip waiting like spring
Fire like a pool of beauty
Warnings along the cliffs of the coast
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We are deep with one another
In many ways like angels
Even in our sorrow we our lovers
Intimacy is not the measure of lust
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Trampled on by a day of evil
I lay on these thorns of despair
Shutting down, I’ve had enough
Wanting little to do with people
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1984 is in the mirror
I think I am possessed by lies
Bored and compensated for
Thriving on diminished returns
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Intervals like Vegas on a lonely night
We are just miles of desert
Miles of tears with a few laughs
Drunk in the bar hitting on a waitress
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Walls like fountains of singing elves
Nothing shall stop harmony
Your pots ancient Scottish clay
Scarves with violet stars
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So you run like a spark of evil
The world like a snake
My eyes cry
She was beautiful like a saxophone
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Lucid sea like a rare angel
No industry
No possessions
I sit and stare
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Have you conquered the flowers?
Their beauty of gentle hallways
Melted into blue mushrooms of beige
Sitting on the banks of violet wisdom
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We are flowers coming back
I have hid like the almost dead
No winter blossoms
Dark tides cleaning the shore
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