Adam Holmes Poems
Forest Fire Fairytales
Holding hands, gazing at stars Kissing, cuddling in backseats of cars When the sun catches the moon We will be there
People question me about my content “You never write about the beautiful things” Everything is grim Everything is ugly
A church man talks of acceptance and salvation. I attempt to listen, but I’m a sucker for beer and women. Riddles wrote on parchment and bound into a neat package of ugly politics. A life lived in preparation to die. -A soup kitchen for sinners Dressed in glamorous rags, dime store suit and tie. Feast on famine; all you can eat ‘til you’re full at the ears. I’m still hung over from Saturday nights mass. The keg was tapped and we dashed from the cops, improvised sermons of bullshit and big fish storytelling save my soul from its chronic case of boredom. -The abyss of ambiguity
Booze And Bad Decision
Why are the lights turned out? What is it we are doing here? Where did I lose my reason? Who are you past the blur?
Skipping stones Rolling heads Falling stars Unmade beds
The sinner sins The preacher preaches One thing is certain Preaching won’t seize sinning
Up is down, spin me around. I won myself a degree. Bow at my feet, fear my intellect, I should buy me a new pipe. Perhaps if I felt different I would, but it’s me, the same lost boy I have always been. I knows where I wants to go, but how do I get there? I stare at the map. Straight lines, squiggly lines, no lines, I am still lost. Seems to me I bought the wrong one. My parents sure were proud. So were my grandparents. Oh yea and my sister and my friend’s mom and my dad’s ex-girlfriend, the family dog, the waitress at the pizza parlor shit, even my boss. What I didn’t tell them through my stupid smile was that I am a fraud. Sure, I had my flashes of pride, but they came and went between roaming clouds. The hardest part of earning this degree was waking up in time to hear my teacher ramble on and on and on about things I already knew and no longer remember. But hey, I have myself a cap and a gown and a piece of paper, that’s all they needed to see.
Roses are red Violets are blue These rhymes make no sense But sound good they do
I ride my bicycle through cozy farm town streets. The breeze flows through my bones, extreme excitement. I coast up to the store. A collection of fallen coins fill my hand. I will buy candy. I take my loot over to the bench in front of the fire station. Fist full of tootsie rolls, rewards for another long hard day of having fun. I hop on the board. Yell up to grandpa in the boat, faster! He pushes the throttle forward. Water splashes on my smiling face as I glide across the waves. I’m free. Later this afternoon I will go jump off cliffs. I want to jump off the tallest one, but dad says I’m not old enough. I have no fear. I walk to the edge of the rocks looking down at the sun’s reflection on the water. WhooHoo! I jump. For that brief moment, I’m not a child. I am superman.
Puppeteer moves us, roundabout Go with the flow, avoid the undertow Puppets we are and always will be Until the current sucks us down
Smoke clouds circle thought I need this fix, nothing else Once upon a dream I was a champion Two years and twenty pounds later…
Blissful In Ignorance
From mountains of love To valleys of despair We make the trek Forget what we see along the way
Ears listen for noise Lungs gasp for breath Eyes search for sight Hands feel for touch
Big City Hustle
Yellow clad cabby drive for miles Twelve hours driving, put a roof on his head Left home a half world away To find himself traveling all day
Kingdom Come And Go
Soothsayer says we are doomed. The gold, the greed, the disease warrant our ruin. Step lightly on snail shells, futures are just as fragile. It came to him in a dream.
Blacksmith pounds on the anvil. Fifteen hours pay buys a loaf of bread. The girl looks up to the blacksmith, but father, my belly wants for more. The blacksmith turns his head, sheds a tear. Don’t fear darling, one day the sun will start shining, your hunger will pass, soil will no longer stain your dress, and you will r