Joseph Narusiewicz

Bronze Star - 2,575 Points (9/29/50 / So St Paul, Minnesota)

Sleep On Park Benches - Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Time is a libra scale with symbols
All these Jaco Pastorius notes
Color cries like a bipolar club
9 days to die

What is the mind but a rainbow
Have mercy on me

She answers like a snow drenched flower
Chords where the root is implied
Eclectic until home is just a breeze
Culture flies like a Caribbean feather
Love is a floor for the emotions
Wild neurons are dangerous without a mom

Being number one means what?
Bite your fingernails down to the ground
Sleep on park benches

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 22, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, April 22, 2013


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