![]() ROARA Poem by John CuttitoImagine livid voice, immense sound. Sing wet rhythm. I speak myself and leave my skin machine, to live by your girl. Her wicked murmur has delicious music. Remember thrill and roar when summer come through again. We celebrated red night, meager stone & garden soil. Urged color from blossoming sky. Feel sea, teach not stream but river. Bring moon there hold under vein prison. We drink full of day and ricochet across times orange cafe. Think i matter, Never imagine one love over heart. Every boy wants her scent. © 2008 John CuttitoAuthor's Note
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Added on February 29, 2008 Author![]() John CuttitoBuffalo, NYAboutFor the past 11 years of my 24 year old life i have been a practicing poet, that's not to say i wasn't a poet before that, i just didnt write it down. Like most people i am both confused and enlighte.. more..Writing
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