Tag: Poems by Adam Donaldson Powell
Odes to angry & sad young men.
JUST BECAUSE YOU’RE PARANOID DOESN’T MEAN YOU’RE NOT BEING FOLLOWED! (East Village, New York City — 1987) As the crowd pushes me upward from the darkness of the underground, a mild panic begins to rush through my veins yielding torrents of sweat that race uncontrollably over my forehead and chest. With just moments to spare,…
PRIVATE MOMENTS: HOMAGE TO CHICAGO. october winds lick at my shirt-tails like a cat eating ice cream; but the cold only encourages my oblivion, for it is emptiness that I seek. dead to the sirens rushing corpses to their moment of truth, and limp to the prey of wayward housewives shivering on shadowy streets, I…
When Twilight Comes. When twilight comes and consciousness sleeps in, age-old echoes from prehistoric times begin to hum Ego’s cradle-song .. first with low, dark-brown cello tones which cause bone-marrow to tremble until it flows, and then with high, glossy, unheard shrieks which can only be made…
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