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Eugene Narrett's Writings

Poem
Oct.29.2011
www.mythartculture.wordpress.com
How They Call Us [by Eugene Narrett] Not inspiration, Not with her pillow underneath my mask To smother me in comforts, which I want, Waiting here for the beast that treads Dead bodies as if they were clouds. What naïveté I’ve tended in the dark Fantastic laps I can no longer scent Here, stunned with mundane anxieties by this northern sea. What monsters flourish...
Poem
Oct.29.2011
www.darkfirewords.wordpress.com
How They Call Us [by Eugene Narrett] Not inspiration, Not with her pillow underneath my mask To smother me in comforts, which I want, Waiting here for the beast that treads Dead bodies as if they were clouds. What naïveté I’ve tended in the dark Fantastic laps I can no longer scent Here, stunned with mundane anxieties by this northern sea. What monsters flourish...