jerome moore Poems

belly talk growling
tap dripping malt liquor sky
winds whistle homeward
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cat in the bathroom
scratching on door lemme out
goes straight for the lap
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Ruby red dawning
throw me in between your thighs
I'm waiting to see
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lazulite splendor
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Rickshaw pulled by lithe children
impressionable.
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Jean beads the rigorous companion
a traffic jam on the crowding freeway
chain of light relay of sound
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Jean beads
A traffic jam spread on the crumpet crawling freeway
Chain of lights relay the sounds
of twilight requiem ceremony.
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I walk with a compass in my back pocket
its stuck somewhere between North and Northeast
i cant tell which way the wind blows but I know the layers cut through my steps
and when I find it i will b bound for home.
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I lay face to the floor Bukowski talks through the carpet and my heart palpitates under me like the ebb of the sea under me its enough to go on.
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