daryl rogers | near full moon | …for todd moore

Near Full Moon

White-blue print
in mid-afternoon
talcum-blue sky
trees budding
daffodils yellow
crocus limp and
dying tree buds
red lewd bulbs
bring forth life
Todd Moore is
dead film noir
minimalist poet
making lines
of blood fire
gun shot sores
knife wounds
Dillinger gods
black and white
bullet holes of
vice and hatred
cinematic verse
stapled on paper
punk rock poet
unaware of his
connection to
the sad clueless
kids he’d fathered
like me but true
to the form he
pioneered with
Lyn Lifshin
Tony Moffeit
The Ramones.

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