Maria Morisot

Cover Art by Moan Lisa

Published by Moan Lisa Press at Smashwords

Public Domain


Rash decisions on the contours of the mind,

Broken up transmissions; and the issue of crude oil

Through the symmetry of smut with pure perception,

Each touch, each feel; becomes an oscillation.

Rings in dirt; divided territories spanning the stars,

And what I want is simple; and complex.

Tears divide the stairway which was won

On no account of self-inflicted understanding;

Bells and whistles; the suck and blow of atmosphere,

Keep me watching for you, among the clouds.

To where the winds cry your name;

And every vessel of this blood

Is laid out in the open.

Previous Page Next Page Page 1 of 15