Joseph Narusiewicz

Gold Star - 6,549 Points (9/29/50 / So St Paul, Minnesota)

Poets Of The Shadows - Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Peripatetic waters a volatile knife
Prodigy of violent words
Poetry of silk madness
Caustic like a mad river
Rimbaud shelters the tragic
A night of hallucinations
Dark fame like a snake
No respite for Verlaine

Some deny the dark paths
Some act like fields of lilies
We are the satyr man
We are the sphinx of deserts
Split and gnarled with thorns
Wrestling with lions of lust
Some embrace the edge
Dark cloaks thick eye make up

Joyce cryptic as a Gaelic cemetery
New language rises from the crucible
War shatters lilies of the enlightenment
Nietzsche dark as post modernism
Welcome to the coming inquisition
Orwell and Huxley tell us of utopia
Poets without rhymes on steeds of chaos
Steppenwolf unravels Siddartha

Heroes become dusky paint
Easel of vociferous talent
Other sides of human night
Red moons lost in prose
Baudelaire and a salacious whore
The works of Poe in French
Sarte inspired by dank streetlamps
Mortality of the avant-garde

Poets of the shadows croon


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 8, 2011



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