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Jake Nawn Poem
underneath my silhouette
it's always "liek" dusk.
i hear a marching band in the fog,
a damp echo, some dilute
nightmare.
i still exhale you.
an illuminated allegory
i will forever see.
i sense it's fundamental,
like an imperfect cell
wanning away inside;
my smoke filled lungs.
unable.
Copyright © Jake Nawn | Year Posted 2014
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Jake Nawn Poem
an idle wave to a crony
is how i begin every
expedition to.
maple and oak render
benevolence as we
exchange us.
masters of this realm.
i sense their silent
rhetoric built
from time and
in discipline.
making no bones, the
forest amplifies a familiar tone;
a quaint display; a
hero’s welcome.
vermillion leaves trickle down
like confetti i sense
celebration.
august percussion echoes
freely from inside
the nebulous river,
keeping time so perfectly,
it can’t exist.
birds attempt (chirp__!_)
mimicking some grand
organ but I
am not so sure.
a fortuitous birth and
an ample forest,
i owe everything.
Copyright © Jake Nawn | Year Posted 2014
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