jerome moore Poems

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The cold wind floats in war cries of past tribes.
The spirits of these plains inhabit the prairie fires.
When I enter one of those places, you know gambling houses?
people often ask me howling how I made out,
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32.
Slams

All things
real and pure
come from the bottom up
inversion takes a man and throws him in the slams
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33.
Now And Forever

The politicians all gathered around for a song
the thunder
the square
everybody there
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34.
Needle

Where you going?
I said
I am going downtown to throw the needle
at the other sharpshooters in this town
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35.
I Like To Get Drunk And Play The Keys

I like to get drunk and play the keys
let it be the old eighty eight damper box
or Remington ink blotter
I have traveled through the brush
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36.
Old Man Prism

old man prism
covered in white
pure light
follows me down only to tell me
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37.
Townie

We kept close to the shed to avoid the neighbor's attention. Sally contrived her dragonhead pipe, a pipe made from the smoothest glass blown from blue flame and encrusted with confetti enamel. She preloaded it with her potent number one, who she claimed was the best of all her samples, and packed it in under the blue dancing whimsy of night's four winds.
The shed only housed a few inanimate objects, two of them being a pair of old steel framed bicycles striped down to quicksilver simplicity. Quicksilver like the moot mood of faces held previously by the lantern light as night fell on the previous celebration. A celebration of the summer nights of friends old and new. The world spinning within itself through the eyes of beer soaked exultation and uncontrollable laughter.
I want to rectify the scene for a minute under the glow of the first firefly of the summer. Sally was married into my family some years back. She had a cat she carried around town in a rucksack.
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38.
Ocean Wine

got a bottle of pinot next to my keyboard
and a bagel in the oven.
I started the wine on ocean beach
but had to follow my hunger home
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39.
Earth Holds

Earth holds
bare breasted
bushy pits
full milky bread and butter
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40.
The Poor

* T h e d i r t y f r e c k l e d f a c e s o f t h e ghostly p o o r, b r e a t h e o n i t s w a r p e d g l a s s) -
t h e r e i s a c o n g r e g a t i o n i n t h e p a r k t h e d a r k s i l h o u e t t e d f i g u r e s d a n c e i n c i r c l e s t o a i n a u d i b l e s o n g s o f t h e w i n t e r n i g h t a s p a p e r c u t o u t s b l o w i n g a g a i n s t t h e r u s t l i n g t r e e s
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