Treasure Island

Joseph Narusiewicz

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

Leashes And Chains


His head carried in the hands of madness
Pose for Rodin like scarves of silk
Purple scarves in the slave market
Destiny is always a trade

Recital of the tragic marble poet
Oscar Wilde on the borders of Bordeaux
Razors and barbwire
Her alabaster neck in the moonlight

One last time her fire rings the bell
I must bleed
She looks at my docile being
Her breath in my mind

Baudelaire deep in subspace
Leather lessons of the suffering poet
Velvet mossy forests
My Muse of the red edge moans

Into a world of leashes and chains

Submitted: Saturday, March 08, 2014
Edited: Monday, March 10, 2014

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