Steven Adelman Poems

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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