Steven Adelman

Younger I smoked pot
sitting in trees
Older I drank wine with the bees
Now I'm dead & gone & got nothing to worry about
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Paranoia government
kidnap me because of LSD

Paranoia death
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It is 4: 40 in New York
on a Monday
These 7 days just started
& already my mad mind at work
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As for the leaves
they have only one fate
They are born to die
Men woman & children...like anything else,
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They say
that on dying
The great miracle of Heaven is
discovered
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WRITERS NOTE:

This isn’t a poem
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Hard to forget unseen Bitterness
first came when I was a child
& learned my name all too well
Tho a child I am no more
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Moon beams!
pouring out light like streams of crystal
onto black ice cracked streets!
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Sometimes
troubles
pay themselves back
to you
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Seven rays escape from the suns of Saturn
scattering sacrificial beats

Little girls running into furnace basement fires
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Well the books open
the clock comes running in
One white dusty moth wakens; attached to the sidewall
He takes flight across the room unknown to my soft intentions
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This smile you held
continuously by tickling
my ears with your
sweet language
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I work at the restaurant
and tie my hands with my shoe laces
there's no need to retrace all the steps
I have taken to find myself standing here washing dishes
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This house is a quiet house.
The owner, a Cuban, squatting
in the garage- seemingly waiting
to paint with his soaked brush
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It is midnight
In the loom
Gloom holds one name
That's Steven
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ONE GOD IS MADNESS
He's got me!
One God is madness
it's meaningless
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At last writing
last drove Toyota with tired feet
under setting sun
The angels cry as the sun sets into the sea
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A little loopy on tobaccy
my nose smells funny breath from across the room
Invisible, soon I'll be underground
living in the memories of people on earth
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Every night
I hear the dogs
howl & lonely locomotives whistlin'
The skies
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