jerome moore


jerome moore Poems

1. Cats Cradle! Cats Cradle 1/22/2013
2. Antipoet 8/23/2012
3. Dear Courtney 2/3/2013
4. Frottage Heavy Petting Mutual Masturbation 11/14/2012
5. Tiger Lillies 7/5/2013
6. Walking Walking Walking 8/22/2013
7. Banquet 8/24/2013
8. Give Her A Little Freaky Freaky She Looks Frustrated 12/21/2012
9. Obey 3/19/2013
10. Shipwrecked 2/6/2013
11. I Took My Drum And Beat It 7/3/2014
12. Viva Mas 8/25/2012
13. Piñata 7/11/2013
14. And This Is Richmond 1/30/2013
15. On Writing A Novel Pt 2 8/27/2012
16. Life Among The Dying Earth 10/7/2013
17. Ceo (Creed Executive Officer) 6/26/2014
18. Mooch Winnipeg 7/9/2014
19. Snare Drum 7/1/2014
20. Maine Woods 8/23/2012
21. Naked In The Color Splash 9/2/2012
22. Masculine Feminine 8/11/2013
23. Like I Being Shot By A Diamond 10/24/2012
24. She Opened Her Legs... To Let The Light In 10/22/2012
25. Niku 11/14/2012
26. The Darkness 12/19/2012
27. Blondell Blondies 7/9/2014
28. Square Peg,,In A Round Hole 1/17/2014
29. Skid Row! 1/22/2014
30. My Mind Is A Bull 1/24/2014
31. Soup Kitche 1/25/2014
32. I Don'T Want To Be Rich… Rudiments Of A Killing Floor. Semblance Of A Dream. 1/28/2014
33. I Don'T Want To Be Richr. I Don'T Want To Be Rich… Rudiments Of A Killing Floor. Semblance Of A Dream.Semblance Of A Dream. 1/28/2014
34. Slams 1/30/2014
35. Now And Forever 2/12/2014
36. Needle 4/2/2014
37. I Like To Get Drunk And Play The Keys 4/30/2014
38. Old Man Prism 5/13/2014
39. Townie 6/9/2014
40. Ocean Wine 6/20/2014
Best Poem of jerome moore

Cats Cradle! Cats Cradle

Upon our first meeting I began to rhyme.
You sucked the saliva from my tongue, then hid away
when I came up on you clumsily stumbling
you grabbed my pupils and hindered me,
closed me, and inspired me,
but you ever failed to tempt me.

My shoulders bare of savage sands took you by surprise,
the freckles played games in the lolling sea.
and it could not pull us apart, you and me.

Your body began to quiver when the gusts arrived.
with conspiracy behind moonlight and mountain.
Spilling droplets with slang stinging drag.
In time. They all took a stab...

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Antipoet

and with a blast of silence
i experience all and nothing
and become further consciousness
a place where the chains of perception are lifted
and I am free out of mind and body
the walls are burning down around me
and I am nowhere

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