Brian Oliveri

Mind Eraser

I had written a large book of poetry that of which I have narrowed down to 175 poems.

Twisted metal stones, deeply arranged,
memory's of the estranged
Catapults affection ridiculously,
their the only ones, I see
Approachable with disasters,
go find the money masters
Hidden from your view,
here, there's something new!
Drilling down, into pawning above,
short, cold and frigid, for love
Gasping for air,
the world so contraire
Hurdling the obstacles,
fallen to the debacles
Absurd in behavior,
he's this months flavor
Pounded metal of intelligence,
invisible divisible, with accidents
Satisfactory smile,
though miserable, all the while