Mike Adam Poems

Inky tentacles of
Bureaucracy
Isolate and destroy
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With wind
Rain
Sun and freeze
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Baby eyes
All the time

Every landscape
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Finding a voice
Canary singing
In the mine
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Left to themselves
People fall apart

Left alone
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Who is it that dances through the dawn
That plays the tambourine
That drinks and loves and
Lies abandoned?
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When the body begins to bloom
Upon the rotting compost heap,
Slow decomposition of form.
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With quill on parchment
Scratch to me your love
My love
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Lather me.
Shower and hose
This dirty man
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Soft yearnings
And brooding mistakes.

Drop that sack of coal
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