Armand Poetry

Welcome to Armand Poetry. The poems (and other words) here are composed for my own thought and amusement. Comment and discussion are welcome. -Amore, Armand-

Friday, February 18, 2005


I did not sleep last night.

You, breathing slower
and deeper,
welcomed a dream,
despite my gentle hands.

Charles Shaw: 1
Armand: 0

Still, I listened to the rain
until Ben Webster's tenor
screamed like a distorted
morning rooster from
your cursed clock.


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