Poems by Barry Comer

… the beginning. With purpled haze and showered stars, the crowds heaved toward h...

You float with blue, tinted eyes;
oh, Simone. Dreams of your strawberry toes,
hangi...

Buzzing street lights in ‘ 65, while riding down broadway, I saw him raise a fist and kno...

Green mint breath, with a predator’ s thirst, her hot steamed plunder &nbs...

She took Larnaca and
blistered walls,
her middle east. The antiseptic’ s suicide...

This is the song of girls
who pressed themselves close,
and tried to be, my friend. T...