jerome moore Poems

Drum on you belly
marching through an onion field
tears falling downward
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A revolving stage!
The carousel goes nowhere,
spinning endlessly back on itself.
The infinity of an hour glass.
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And the blossoms welcome me home like a ticker tape confetti
and the chorus line trills above me while the roadway drums ahead.
jubilee
feeling
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In your eyes,
waves crashing on jagged rock tips
between their hulking fingers
like white lace
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mental muscle,
mapless
among the choir in the dying landscape
mosaic
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If I could dispel your damper day
What would be best?

Twirling on the lawn
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hazelnut eyes
caffeine for my soul
you panther
prowling the ruby city
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Out on the diving board above shimmering stars,
stars burning on brandy and excelsior.
I watch the shoppers skate the icy slopes of meaningless
slippery and melting down into their tracks.
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As a writer worth half a page
I toss word shapes and holes
in the cosmic vastness of space
words that burn out over time
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