POEMS € By Jan Marica






I Make These Words...
Where does all this poetry come from?

The Painted Man
Greece is a mysterious land.

All My Dead Friends
In our dreams we often see things as they really are.

Let's Find a Place
Sometimes you just want to get away from it all.

Scoring for Corso
His arm was broken and his shirt was dirty,
he was out of gasoline and in need of a fix.

Tonight
Desire and India ink....




© Jan Marica 1992,1995




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