Joseph Narusiewicz Poems

Your pagan tree is ancient fear
Raven sword afraid of love
Licentious dreams on diamond moons
Torches in the night come for me
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Soft tones like sun on a spring sea
You say things to me like violet words
Waves like raining wings
Like clouds with wreaths from heaven
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Conquered by ideals unattained
Her old skin with bright jewelry
Orthodox matzo
Unleavened New York
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Delight me with your joy my friend
We shall laugh like the ancient wind
Hear the sun sing in the branches
Life brings all the color of renewal
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Off of main street there is a bookstore
There lies Paris rapping at my door
Fitzgerald and Zelda, Gertrude Stein
Cities and their secrets
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I ask the moon for help
Her cream colored luxury
Her wise spell compels
My heart deep in the stars
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Erotic blue expatiation
Impressions of vibrant indigo
Avenue where ripe plums croon
Purple breasts like late summer grapes
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Jack Kerouac's grave
I almost died of alcoholism
Tuff but real people
The east coast never lets go
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Heat is motion
Missing mass turns to energy
Stars and colliding hydrogen
Fussion and the antipathy of gravity
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The night widens like a river
Like a sea with a moon
I think of you when you loved me
Sometimes I think you still do
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