Joseph, moons and stars bow down
When gravity obeisance claims
You wander, hopeless, hapless, helpless, seven years of seven dreams
And afterward the dust of what could be remains
These others speak of one another, quarrel and fuss,
So querulous,
While silent suns in orbit round your brain
Interpret technicolor visions through the rain
Jealous, joyless move the clowns
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Poems for Morbid Children
PoetryThis is a collection of some of my more curious and macabre poems. Many of my poems play with words, the sounds and shapes of them. However, I often attempt to delineate emotion and sensation I cannot otherwise word, or I take inspiration from legen...
