Fables
Clocks that melt but start the end
Stars never smile for the forbidden
Muse without floors
Magic lovers now without clocks
Every castle has eyes
Your sea takes me into nativity
Orange arms raised for art
The soul like a dying rainbow
Yellow change on a red fresco
Petulant as a Howard Hughes germ
Nothing contains the Rock
Are you ready for total cleansing
Curled up like a fascist
Softened edges like feather nights
We rest in light blue sanitariums
Palaver over rigid anachronisms
Tuned in on deeper dreams
Green mist envelopes the nephilim
Don't ever go
These neuron patterns are stuck
Forlorn circles must have exits
Peace in your eyes punish
Your eyes are lighthouses for leather
Your love is sanity like a thorn
Norway pines burn like the anti-christ
Ezra Pound believes in fables
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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