Adeline Morris Poems

Yes, for tonight
I am a jazz cat.

Nothing complements this jam
...

You're little melt-downs
rise upon us
so suddenly, abruptly.
Asthma medicine?
...

Dense, black tar has mended these streets.
Cracks will no longer be a troubled matter.
Repairing an inadequate dilemma
still remains a simple task.
...

No, I am not
a feminist.
If I was,
do you honestly think
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The way she looks
at that dog
is breathtaking.
And the pride she
...

A stumble in my walk
transforming into
a stumble in my personal
state of being.
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It's almost as if
a white peacock
has spread her feathers
across our lawn.
...

On the free loose
trains will collide.
With the pillow's spring
eyes urge to fright.
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Let me swing through
the fall the precedes.
Bring the rain and the gloom
to my feet.
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Something about
it being sung
an octave higher
is not giving
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