Vignettes Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

These vignettes collide
Grazing in the pasture of violence
Narcissistic ire
Camera takes black eye liner
She is the pink pubs
Energy of young dying cold confusion
Revolt like an arctic wind
Your sweet postcards
Eccentric moonbeams
Her arrows fly like whips

The whistle of a train
His broken heart like sand
Balance like dark silk stockings
Rock my boots off
Her high heels wet
These vignettes meet
4 seasons
Grief is the winter
Fall leaves in sorrows wonder
Spring is resolve

Summer I buy you a dress
Smokestacks and cars
The relentless beat
Water without clouds
Drums pound like her legs
She lets me drink
These circles connect
The anger lets go of the axe
Parts agree
Sing my friends like the forest

Raw pheromones of the rut
Magic is back
Castles of Herman Hesse
Siddhartha by a river
Crimea and Homer
The end by the sea
Pyres of her freedom
Ancient golden apples
I drink vignettes of theology
Unity is dying to our own evil