The Amulet

The Amulet

The amulet


I foster a breeze of mad voices

away from a pack of hurried lips

that seek to hex and spew

the vulnerability of my words:

the amulet:

that blank-page empire

where I sit and rest my verbs and desires

until I call them into action

and fill your lungs with unchained rhymes...

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Photographs by: Monique Cueria 

Words by: J. Guillermo Paleo