Tag: Poems by Adam Donaldson Powell
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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,…
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Private moments.
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…
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Dreamtime.
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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