Poems from Lily Bazil Rose
She smiles
Like a musician,
Constantly introducing
Some new idea, never once
Falling out of tempo, but then
She speaks such words like a...
What if we all walked with our eyes closed?
Would we lose our social standards or would we find new ways to call each other ugly?
Would our...
Sweet treachery on a night of drought,
And no, I did not see the billow coming.
I held no thirst or thoughts about
The sounds of soft waves...
Each old novel; a new lover,
Assuaging the pain of life.
Silence falls over the house, save
The rustling of yellowed pages.
Some profound...
Serotonin heaters and the smell of fresh, hot coffee;
I want you to struggle walking into Barnes & Noble.
Where are you in the middle...