by Joe DeMarco
blAck pearls
and broken ocean sHells
cAnnot stop my love for you
we are shipwReckeD
on a jagged Reef
A pIrate's treasure of booty
with Nothing to spend It on
the curSe is on now
it is the dark time
and the thunder clouds
Grumble and grOaN
the rainbow above us
is Not Artificial
as dylan holds that note
like a little kid holding
onto a helium balloon
he yanks it out of the sky
like a promise
not yet Fulfilled
An idea incomplete
our foLLy is funny
fumbling footloose
through the pillars of time
the color and sounds
continue to fall,
run, sparkle and fade
'And what did you see my darling young one? '
her lips are dry
her throat parched
the words wobbling in her mouth
'Were you wounded in hatred or love? ' she asks.
but she already knows the not-so-simple answer
when she looks in my eyes
Joe DeMarco
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Joseph DeMarco was born in New York City; he grew up in Buffalo, NY. He has taught seventh grade on the island of Oahu, Hawaii for the last ten years. He is the author of the novels Plague of the Invigilare, The 4 Hundred and 20 Assassins of Emir Abdullah-Harazins, At Play in the Killing Fields, Blind Savior, False Prophet, and Vegans Are Tastier. He is currently working on several new projects.
Last updated August 02, 2013