Like Brahmas moving mountains
Mozart in love
Shelley writes the West Wind
Hemingway with a shotgun
We move like the careless wind
We swoon all the proletariat Goddesses
Magnificent obsessions
The storm is just a prelude
I lay you daily
Put your perfume on
The hour of our death
Bergman on his Island
She has no one except her dear old mom
Your lovers are statues
Saints of the fallen world

Every time I use you I cry
Every time you get used you lie

My darling the redeemed see beauty
How long have you worn a ring without love?
How long have we despised ourselves?
All dressed for the moon
Dogmatic lovers
Resignation masked by devotion
Maybe we quit a long time ago
The kingdom is within
Wash the inside of the cup

She tells me she will lay at my side
Now the sex is gone
Our little partnership in the throes
Elegy like a sunken ship
Fear decorates itself like a porno star
Hey! We still have the internet
Memories as hollow as pretense
I feel sorry for the entire planet
Especially the lonely porno star
It is what it is

Courage is the ability to change

Joseph Narusiewicz

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