{"id":558,"date":"2013-01-08T02:23:14","date_gmt":"2013-01-08T02:23:14","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/sporkpress.com\/poetry\/?p=558"},"modified":"2013-01-08T02:23:14","modified_gmt":"2013-01-08T02:23:14","slug":"4-poems-by-adam-strauss","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/2013\/01\/08\/4-poems-by-adam-strauss\/","title":{"rendered":"4 Poems by Adam Strauss"},"content":{"rendered":"

Dear Pete Moore I Hope You Enjoy This Dedication<\/strong>
\n 
\nWow, modest
\nFeelings have
\nDecided
\nTo saturate
\nMy cellular
\nMake-up like
\nRad eye
\nLiner on its way to
\nMusic, a few
\nNotes, a few
\nParticulars
\nSounding
\nPricks on the
\nMap, routes for
\nNegotiating possibility.
\n 
\n:::::
\n 
\nStyle is
\nNot going to
\n 
\nThe furthest
\nCircumference
\n 
\nIf it doesn\u2019t achieve a
\nLibratory degree.
\n 
\nA few
\nChrysanthemums
\nShake in a
\nGreen glass vase.
\n 
\nDew dissolves
\nOn its way to
\nGlitter and glare:
\n 
\nA lion
\nLightly
\nSated by a hare
\nLooks through
\nHer full
\nIntelligence.
\n 
\n::::::::
\n 
\nOf where, plus plumbers and
\nMemories involve
\nPlums, porches, crotches,
\nBacksides forged from denim and
\nApple cheeks filling
\nEach square to its seat.
\n 
\n::::::
\n 
\nIn the limbic lick, the
\nForeleg as
\nIt stretches
\nAcross the freshet, sexy
\nObscenity, such succulent crisps
\nThe starving carnivores eat, carrion
\nA not particularly
\nSouthern
\nComfort, no
\nPresent can
\nConsole that
\nPast that presence
\nAnd I can\u2019t know so
\nThus world goes aglow
\nAnd what the
\nGlimmer signifies
\nStands at
\nNo less than a span,
\nAgreement unto anger
\nAn easy moment\u2019s ran.
\n 
\n::::::
\n 
\nBoy at sad, boy at the
\nCircumference of a tear
\nAs it drips onto
\nPage one thirty two.
\nCynical as a phonograph
\nLike a maniacal laugh
\nAs it\u2019s perpetually put in its corner
\nLike a cenotaph
\nAt the most official Modern Art
\nMuseum, belles
\nMade dumb not through intrinsic
\nIdiocy rather the
\nLocation, location at
\nIts most basic
\nSense, and surely even the basics
\nVary as all-get-out and
\nInto fullest view.
\n 
\n_________________________________________
\nIncubation<\/strong>
\n 
\nHer shock, her shells
\nOut, inters, enters, strides
\n 
\nThe high wire then
\nThe live one, trail of
\n 
\nEggs, arabesques
\nDipped in
\n 
\nGold, sweat from
\nOrchids lining
\n 
\nThe terrace
\nFronting the
\n 
\nPalace of almost
\nAll the gods of these
\n 
\nPeople, if indeed
\nThey are not
\n 
\nOther than
\nHallucinations, than gem
\n 
\nWork a wondrous
\nProlepsis, party
\n 
\nFavor pretty much
\nSums it up.
\n 
\n_________________________________________
\nJumpy Jubilance<\/strong>
\n 
\nWhy would a heart
\nBreak when it
\nCan be
\nHealthy.
\n 
\nI mean
\nReally Sweet
\nPea why?!
\n 
\nBonked towards
\nThe boxwoods, brindled
\nBlowhards, I tipped my
\nCap, capricious
\nMonotone
\nSo all\u2019s I
\nDid was go
\nInto the zone!
\n 
\n_________________________________________
\nI Do Not Condemn Myself<\/strong>
\n 
\nI do not know enough about the field to
\nSpeak within its purview.
\n 
\nSolids.   Fleshtoned
\nCubes.   A green
\nCalyx.   Tangerine hued
\nRadio.
\n 
\nThe bits.   The
\nPieces add
\nUp.   I\u2019m looking down.   The street is
\nSeven stories below.
\n 
\nRoses are selling their vendors.
\nSome of the most
\nSuperbly seductive buyers are
\nGetting more than they should for the price.
\n 
\nSome of them
\nAre repeat offenders.
\n 
\nThe tones and
\nTangs of
\nThat phrase
\nA deal renders
\n 
\nMe.   I like to think
\nI\u2019m brims with love.
\nMy penchant for
\nGleeful judgment does
\n 
\nNot freak me out
\nPrecisely because
\nI know every one
\nIs its myriad limits!
\n 
\n_________________________________________
\nAdam Strauss<\/strong> has poems out in Witness, Country Music, <\/em>and the Laurel Review<\/em>, as well as ones forthcoming in Verse<\/em>. Too, he has a full-length collection, For Days<\/em>, out with BlazeVox<\/em>, as well as poems out in the anthology The Arcadia Project: North American Postmodern Pastoral<\/em>, edited by Joshua Corey and G. C. Waldrep.
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