Free Radical
Spies of good neuron circles
The individual of processes
Manic like a wild white bird
I fly like the artist of stars
Naked mad artists
Stretching into Orion
Stingy beads of the forgotten plains
They hang around me like I am honey
Jazz progressions
Loose snare pounds the moon
I have touched the choir
Uneven lines of Van Gogh
Everyone a little tense
Everyone a little lost
Waiting
Unresolved
Your children are becoming strange
Your home invaded
Not as many angels hold things back
You are a free radical
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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