William Greco Poems

from ruthless deeds
to place where
the devil is absent
rambling soul
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the leather train
the house without doors
both inside of the brain
one is and one roars
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dragged from grey waters
dragged from war's hungry mouth
there's a door on top of a birch tree
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write yourself a raspberry omelette,
whispered wife of a shrilling dentist
but husband stood aghast in haste
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every night I dream
about angel beings
with celestial sandy hair
and every morning
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dreary evening falls on the block
where careworn gal lies on her couch
in front of a blinking screen she's bored
when shadow quickly flies outside
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the end is not so close
but I'm still drowning
in all ponds of Mars
guilty and filthy
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she always used to set the walls 'round her on fire
and cover them with barbwire
while he's killing ladybugs on the ceiling of his world
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the girl didn't want to talk about time travel
and said goodbye to me soon and then left
and I stood still, thinking about
space continuum that repeats through history
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in dogmatic stillness, since uncle died
he's been traversing the phantom dimensions
from endless skyscrapers to artic edges
through the hailstorms of indignation
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