I Must Be Patient Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Nothing in the wind except aborted angels
Do you rock to the stiff night?
Have you felt the illegal topaz stars
Strippers are like bending guitar strings
I want one that goes to church
That reads Shakespeare
That wears garter belts
That sails for ideals frustrated as Monroe

She has been abused
Behind the pirate tattoos I can be gentle
Her toes curl like a bad girl
We are roses in the forest
We are blessed rain

Love comes like a mirror
Love raises joy and sorrow
Preach to me with your smile
Make up hides tears
Has the city sucked your thighs
Your mind is my arm chair
You don't get it!
I don't want to use you
You cry because your not honest
Can't you see your self righteous?
Images hide self doubt

Her guitar is a Martin
Her blue eyes are fires
The monster guards the gold
A sister makes us understand
Are we angels flying gardens
Hope is sanity
Don't give up on me
These wounds show in poetry
Write something for me sublime
Write between the crowd
The crows bend you into their shill
I know you wet

I must be patient