Poems from Lily Bazil Rose

She smiles Like a musician, Constantly introducing Some new idea, never once Falling out of tempo, but then She speaks such words like a...
What if we all walked with our eyes closed? Would we lose our social standards or would we find new ways to call each other ugly? Would our...
Sweet treachery on a night of drought, And no, I did not see the billow coming. I held no thirst or thoughts about The sounds of soft waves...
Each old novel; a new lover, Assuaging the pain of life. Silence falls over the house, save The rustling of yellowed pages.   Some profound...
Serotonin heaters and the smell of fresh, hot coffee; I want you to struggle walking into Barnes & Noble.   Where are you in the middle...