jerome moore


jerome moore Poems

1. Trace The Sky As If Giant Fingers Took The Horizon And Lifted It Over Your Eyes 9/3/2012
2. Homomatopoia 9/12/2012
3. Full Blotto Again 9/21/2012
4. ... Revisited 9/23/2012
5. Scintilating Like Sparklers 9/23/2012
6. Jealousy Is Born 9/23/2012
7. My Little Cyclone 9/23/2012
8. Exterminating Dante 9/24/2012
9. Lust For Life 9/28/2012
10. Colleen Says 10/2/2012
11. The Curtains Hung Out The Window Like An Old Flame 10/12/2012
12. Just Be Sure Not To Rock The Boat 10/12/2012
13. This Cosmoccocic Treadmill 10/19/2012
14. Heil Marry 10/19/2012
15. Idlewave 10/22/2012
16. Forty Miles From The City 10/22/2012
17. The Sea Deceives Me 8/23/2012
18. The Rebel 8/23/2012
19. Tigress-Like Resting Under Limpid Pistil Torches 8/23/2012
20. Standing Against The Streetlights 8/23/2012
21. Please Remove Youre Eye Makeup 8/23/2012
22. Mummifiers Two 8/23/2012
23. Back Alleyhaiku 8/23/2012
24. On Writing A Novel Pt 1 8/27/2012
25. Shopping List 8/28/2012
26. Mendicant Heart 8/28/2012
27. Readings Of Sex 8/28/2012
28. The World Is One Typographical Error 9/1/2012
29. This Is Not Plagerism Made In The Usa 8/23/2012
30. Put A Tiger In The Gas Tank. 10/24/2012
31. Alley Littered With Yesterdays News 10/24/2012
32. My Eyes The Color Of Water 10/25/2012
33. Solidarity In Lines 10/25/2012
34. She Washes Her Legs In The Fountain 10/25/2012
35. Destructive Retrograde 10/25/2012
36. Remember Those Cruel Months? 10/26/2012
37. Sega Genesis Prelude To Saturn 10/26/2012
38. Perpetual Tan 10/29/2012
39. Beat The Devil 10/29/2012
40. Folding Screen 10/31/2012
Best Poem of jerome moore

Walking Walking Walking

into reality
an invisible barrier
turn back now to whence you came...
like a sheet of glass
stretched out across a motorway.
transparent
or reflective.

A lost concept
stepping into reality
is like stepping through a spiders web
its kills lined up like disemboweled furniture
laying on the side of the road.
Road to consciousness...
and sleeping bums wrapped
like mummies in their cocoons
waiting to be devoured.
walking walking walking!

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The Rebel

Lauren I wander wounded-like, this labyrinth that has cut me with broken bottles,
and I have seen the moon blush which whimpers purple shades around our weathered alter.

Remember that alter I feigned for you?
Though Ive breathed through and swallowed bundles of smoke for you, the signals I feathered and fashioned towards you?

Remember?

Laying in our gourmet grotto at the brink of a pernicious pool, Indian summer? Me reading to you, readings echoing through the cypress like whipser

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