Noah David Roberts

Movement and Play

Will you write a poem about me, 
I want to be a muse

I move through desecrated boneyards
through empty vessels

I move through the memory
of time and what time is,

the burden of healing is upon me
and only me, generations of

will you write a poem about me,
I want to be a muse

cast upon the month of April
cast upon the sea

cast upon the water, dark water
which seems to be the whole world,

wearing nothing but a kimono
in dim thunderstorm evening,

I move through deserted cobblestone
move through drunken alleys,

move through play and ropes,
move through nurses and klonopin,

move through eternity with one eyeball
locked upon the sunlight

casting shadows upon darkness,
I want to be a muse

will you write a poem about me?

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