jerome moore Poems
|1.||Walking Walking Walking||8/22/2013|
|4.||Cats Cradle! Cats Cradle||1/22/2013|
|5.||Frottage Heavy petting mutual masturbation||11/14/2012|
|8.||I took my drum and beat it||7/3/2014|
|12.||give her a little freaky freaky she looks frustrated||12/21/2012|
|14.||Life among the dying Earth||10/7/2013|
|15.||CEO (Creed Executive Officer)||6/26/2014|
|19.||Square Peg,,ın A Round Hole||1/17/2014|
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?
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