Sunday, January 17, 2021

Song of 81` Poems - LXXVI




I can't face that character,
     Theres a reason why life appears.
Implies her presence was meant to abuse.

The mail lost vapors of a palpable past,
    Love my notable nature. 
    How will you go?
Through this I get absurd metaphors.
    Amusing, I see Miss Ivy as Beauty.

To test our will, get her off my mind.
    Brother smoke, roll us a masterpiece!
Observe the mind of spirit, 
     endeavor with sheer denial.
     and forget heart questions, as your brain fights.

On Crete, our differences will appear,
    nude empty psychedelics.
I'll embolden wooden models 
    with gilt trim, to share more dance.

Sugar laughter paints, 
     afraid the self might demand,
     some sad scream, at the infant.

Yes, social repression looms, facing in.
     She gave us the work in ruins.

We talk of memories.



Song of 81 Poems:

  1   2   3   4   5   6   7   8   9
10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18
19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27
28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36
37 38 
38 40 41 42 43 44 45
46 47 48 49 50 51 52 53 54
55 56 57 58 59 60 61
 62 63
64 65 66 67 68 69 70 71 72
73 74 75 76 77 78 79 80 81

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