Submissions by adamsmiller
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Id Monster.
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
12th Jan 2013 3:28am
12th Jan 2013 3:28am
Lunar Lull
I have tied the tides for the moons affection
A shimmering temple of the cosmos
adorns the skyline twenty feet above my head
I am a halo
a desert
a withered body once born electric
parched god comes to me
I am denial (the nile)
A shimmering temple of the cosmos
adorns the skyline twenty feet above my head
I am a halo
a desert
a withered body once born electric
parched god comes to me
I am denial (the nile)
645 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Jan 2013 3:23am
12th Jan 2013 3:23am
Rearing
Not knowing is
something else
your parents
forget to mention
something else
your parents
forget to mention
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Jan 2013 6:44am
10th Jan 2013 6:44am
A Burning River at Midnight
The workingman sweeps the rubble
of the ghetto into his head
He scrapes away at the bowels of humanity
Pieces of shit and pride stuck under his fingernails
Where the classes of kings and pimps feign happiness
he experiences it
because he knows the burden of occupation
the clout of a cog in a machine
He quietly toils and burns in the ether
chemically equivalent to oil
burning on the surface of the Cuyahoga in ‘69
He dreams of levers and spider legs
and awakens to a world he has built
of the ghetto into his head
He scrapes away at the bowels of humanity
Pieces of shit and pride stuck under his fingernails
Where the classes of kings and pimps feign happiness
he experiences it
because he knows the burden of occupation
the clout of a cog in a machine
He quietly toils and burns in the ether
chemically equivalent to oil
burning on the surface of the Cuyahoga in ‘69
He dreams of levers and spider legs
and awakens to a world he has built
659 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
7th Dec 2012 3:47am
7th Dec 2012 3:47am
The Busboy Blues
I woke up on fire, again, this morning
still screaming
--courtesy of the nightly terrors--
a bow bending minutes like bamboo
stretched canvas forced to sell dime bags on the corner
the dream was over
the dogs barking
the coffee always burnt
the gut there
and hungry
I move the body to the other side of the bed
self as other on my mind again
"where the fuck are my keys!"
no time to think
the heat hits me all at once
and
the armies of light
try sneaking
their way into my room
a...
still screaming
--courtesy of the nightly terrors--
a bow bending minutes like bamboo
stretched canvas forced to sell dime bags on the corner
the dream was over
the dogs barking
the coffee always burnt
the gut there
and hungry
I move the body to the other side of the bed
self as other on my mind again
"where the fuck are my keys!"
no time to think
the heat hits me all at once
and
the armies of light
try sneaking
their way into my room
a...
592 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
3rd Dec 2012 11:22pm
3rd Dec 2012 11:22pm
Last Days of a Cook
Images cascade like arcane avalanches, tired still
Water resisting form
Spiteful of governed universe,
I conquer my flesh
Bludgeoning barrage of grass blades stamped out
Dirt empire drowning downward
Fists flowering forthright in the company of flora
The flames of our departure devouring fauna
These goddamn Hands marred bloody tools of misfortune
By decree of debauchery this town is anchored to alcohol
Depressed vitals vaguely clawing at the tree line
Browning foliage reminiscent of dead meat
The only memory
of our...
Water resisting form
Spiteful of governed universe,
I conquer my flesh
Bludgeoning barrage of grass blades stamped out
Dirt empire drowning downward
Fists flowering forthright in the company of flora
The flames of our departure devouring fauna
These goddamn Hands marred bloody tools of misfortune
By decree of debauchery this town is anchored to alcohol
Depressed vitals vaguely clawing at the tree line
Browning foliage reminiscent of dead meat
The only memory
of our...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Nov 2012 4:19pm
12th Nov 2012 4:19pm
PULP
Found in bed howling at the moon
Eyes fixated on Fortuna
Primordial skulls filled with cigarette butts
Smokestacks protesting sky
Existence a tunnel we navigate alone
Spun shreds of silk from untaxed
and excommunicated extremities
Libido tonguing cavernous cacophony
everyone sleeping
Calamity seeping from mountain top
Buried inside the cage we call god
the fissures speak fast, like junkie pimps and dying stars
And all our daughters have become whores
In the pits we've borrowed to swallow our sorrows
and for all my...
Eyes fixated on Fortuna
Primordial skulls filled with cigarette butts
Smokestacks protesting sky
Existence a tunnel we navigate alone
Spun shreds of silk from untaxed
and excommunicated extremities
Libido tonguing cavernous cacophony
everyone sleeping
Calamity seeping from mountain top
Buried inside the cage we call god
the fissures speak fast, like junkie pimps and dying stars
And all our daughters have become whores
In the pits we've borrowed to swallow our sorrows
and for all my...
685 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Oct 2012 9:20pm
30th Oct 2012 9:20pm
Clown
Formed in it
Under blood clot hair
Standing at the bus station
Earth a distant syllable
Muted city caws crimson cratered cancer
Primal discords echoed at the moon
A lasso, a bottle, a stack of books
Unread eunuch monuments burning
In the bath tub
The rodeo needs a clown
Like a whore needs a pimp
And before I can take my first drag
I can already feel the curve of the road
Grip me
Under blood clot hair
Standing at the bus station
Earth a distant syllable
Muted city caws crimson cratered cancer
Primal discords echoed at the moon
A lasso, a bottle, a stack of books
Unread eunuch monuments burning
In the bath tub
The rodeo needs a clown
Like a whore needs a pimp
And before I can take my first drag
I can already feel the curve of the road
Grip me
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