Joseph Narusiewicz Poems

In the corner in a dream
She sits on the leather couch
Wake up
Afraid
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Mitochondria DNA
Sins called back from the sea
Expanding Universe
Your genetic profile
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Her blue dress with her tan skin
One white pearl on her neck
We drive through Iowa
Day swoons like a lovely ribbon
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You call me good
My writing inspires you
You have no idea
How I love the warm wet tides
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Where did she go?
Reflect the sea when you’re tired
Take that time for beauty
She takes a deep breath
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Tarnished moon where jewels cry
Poets sit on thrones of war
Amber wolves attack every verse
Feelings deflected like meteors off Mars
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Art of karma carves and sculptures
Michelangelo hands with veins of eternity
I am no victim
No swarthy verse of Verlaine
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I am just another broken candle
My light dappled in pain
Sometimes life is the falling rain
Dripping wax
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White ravens of paradox fly
Dreams in the cracks of pain
Resolved like a prisoner of doubt
We just go on
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Black trains ride past leather shops
Windows rattle
Time bends in knotted muscles
Clocks talk in low slow voices
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