dreams

Untitled 07182013, second draft

I don’t give a shit About the jungle Or your long trek To profitable madness As I sound out that place’s strange name Sweating, mosquito-thick, blood green Impossible to itch An incantation The machete blade Turns to coin. Reminding my shrink of this story He hands over a live freshwater trout I really can’t compete.…

August 4, 2013

Joseph M. Gerace

poetry

art, competition, draft, dreams, fear, journal, jungle, magic, men, poetry, psychiatry, psychology, stream of consciousness, writing
Inkown [Draft, 070520131216]

Where will he go? Half hemmed against The water hand dancing through Clouds in a ballet of stars Night Just night Beneath the cold mountain Where is he afraid to go?

July 5, 2013

Joseph M. Gerace

poetry

authors, clouds, dreams, fear, gerrund, inspiration, internet, night, poem, poetry, sleep, stars, technology