Tag: poetry by adam donaldson powell
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SURVIVOR.
SURVIVOR. Yeah, he’s a survivor … His alcoholic mother has breast cancer; and his ‘dad’ left long before he was born. Living in a trailer park has its perks: no one really cares if you stay out all night … or for days on end, for that matter. Yeah, he’s a survivor … His sister…
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Cruising 2 (for a man).
MY STRANGER … SO SWEET. So sweet are your suggested promises. My stranger. My unobtainable moment of passion. You coax me; you cast me aside. We can only have each other in our leap-frog dreams: both out-of-sync and yet totally — oh so totally … in syncopation. The relentless fantasy is more than the sum…
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cruising.
goddamn! so hot you are — from behind; with your perfect figure, tight-fitting short skirt, shoulder-length blond hair bouncing against your firm, but not-too-muscular shoulders, sending my lascivious gaze towards the rhythmic twitch of your delectable buttocks. and i think — almost out loud — “what a delightful specimen of a young, sexy woman!” ……
Oso Para Vos 
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