My towering sky
To behold in the lens
Of my eye
Down to the nerve
And into the brain
The towering pink
Has lit up my mind
My Towering Sky
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Tag Archives: Nathaniel Paul
My Wrapped Up Jaw
I didn’t speak much
But what I said I meant
When the words strayed off
Inconvenient
Timing and demeanor
But my wrapped up jaw
Will say no more
Unless the words can paint
A beautiful canvas
Take My Honor
Take my honor
For a few digits
Held up my own request
In trade for widgets
Not one public won
When all honor has been
Undone
Sueded Shoes
Sueded shoes
Under the fine pressed linen
Tablecloths
Deals are made
Humanity is lost
What is to be gained
From these grained shoes
From a man neither conscious
Or with a clue
Baby Blue Crimson
Baby blue crimson
Skies
Threaded clouds
Way up high
Whisper a tame
Wind
For the day ends
But
Begins again
New Orleans Local
Sliding down the street
Of a thick spring morning
Of a New Orleans local
Cart
From the nature
To the roads
That construct the city
At large
Path Metric
Take me away path
Metric anomaly
To the land and sea
Betwixt the two unravel
Before me
Eternity Edges
Eternity edges
On scaffolding ledges
Of high rises
Lifted and forgotten
Rolled up sleeves
And highly uncommon
Shadow Roll
Shadow roll
Over the edges
Of crisp white walls
Windows ajar
With the sound of rumbling
Cars
Burning Eyes
Burning eyes
Full of
First time skies
Through the cadence
Of cars passing by
