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-

Sunday, June 12, 2005


Now there is a tourist walk
It used to be an eroded hill
that I would shamble down
after the drive and the sunset

Lovers, drunks, and misfits
prowling the coast in search
of solitude, watching the waves
grow and diminish by hours

I imagine the silence
slowing in the moonlight
now interupted by the rich
and beautiful boring people

safe on their pavement


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