Treasure Island

Joseph Narusiewicz

(9/29/50 / So St Paul, Minnesota)

24/7


Tristan amour valence of ivory
Heaven is protestant prophecy
We work like SS guards
Energy dissipated without sheets
Onus plus rhymes of King Lear
Your polished nails are Chloe s
Curtains resolve wombs
Doors locked forever
I've out grown old crowds
They give me claustrophobia
Incest calls like home towns
There is no going back

Big cities are like strippers
Morals can be like sad guns
We judge each other then spit
The dark side has more cops
Freedom is a quiet garden
Sweetheart I will never quit you
Just be real
Be patient
You can't live off sex
We need space
Suffering is part of it
You can't validate one another 24/7

Submitted: Monday, October 29, 2012
Edited: Monday, October 29, 2012

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  • Shania K. Younce (3/18/2014 7:21:00 PM)

    Wow. I agree that every-one needs space. There is an old saying Absence makes the heart grow fonder. A very nice write. Bien! (Report) Reply

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