Joseph Narusiewicz

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

Third Of The Angels - Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Fallen Roman theater
Tragic goals of the thespian
Eaten by the giant disorder
No war paint on the reservation
Swirling winds of Ulysses
Implode in silk and revelry
Strategy from the mind of a demon
Your play and mask is designed
Stage set like Van Gogh’s madness
Parley with the dead
Script memorized

Satyr drones dance with lutes
Frozen seas with tentacles
Pulled into swords of warlocks
Kings of the denizens
Purple lady fornicates with gargoyles
Repertoire of loss of soul
Your moments of bliss like a prostitute
Sleep with the poised apothecary
Let the bleeding curtains open
Stars fall like twisting snakes
A third of the angels are watching

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 21, 2011

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