by John Yamrus
my
cries
of urgency,
fear
and
remorse,
are
heard
only
by ghosts.
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my
my
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my
i
by John Yamrus
i
am
here
with my
pain
and
you
are
there
with yours
give me poetry
by John Yamrus
give me poetry
that’s new.
that fails.
that makes mistakes.
give me poetry
that you don’t know
what in the world you need to name it.
give me poetry
that bleeds from the eyes
and
shouts at the world.
give me poetry that stands naked and beaten,
with its back against the wall,
still screaming
I AM NOW!
it’s time
by John Yamrus
it’s time
to
name
the
cliff
that
i am being
held over.
i’ll
by John Yamrus
i’ll
tell you one thing
for certain…
i’ve got a lot more
yesterdays
than
tomorrows.
the
only thing
good
about that
is they
all were spent
with you
he
by John Yamrus
he
knew it
as sure
as
he
knew
anything
in his life
no
summer
is
endless
poetry
by John Yamrus
poetry
is
a
bloodsport
practiced
to
keep
the
wolves
from
the
door
and
the ghosts
from
the
mirror
