"adjacency" poems
I stayed away from fire
i watched my brothers burn
I waited in the trees
until it was my turn
Success is often yearned
the opposite of failure
Eating at each other
to see which ones are braver
Never did i cater
to devils on my spine
they crawl upon my back
Attempt to touch my mind
divine ;
I clawed my way to see you all the time
love is not for me adjacency to lust is blind
Clinging to the one who made me feel like she was mine
expectations high only to die inside confined ;
You wanted something greater
you swore that things were pure
Instead she stabbed your back ;
then showed you to the door..
Jan 16, 2017
Jan 16, 2017 at 11:38 PM UTC
If this were to be the last of my odes,
Wait, an ode this isn’t for all of them,
Let me tell of this poet’s misfortunes
That has engulfed her to a requiem.
Everyone who sees her turns to sweetness,
Who wouldn’t turn down her cozy ambiance?
No wonder they turn to her blessedness,
Heart so crystal pure you won’t miss a chance.
She desires to fulfill her own heart song
And change from a sad and perilous past.
Alas, Fate is toying her all along,
Plummeting her to a prison aghast.
Now, she is but drowning in her own blood,
And all she can do is wait for Hades;
I see her soul being caught by the rod,
Gasping for her life, clasped into Eris.
Sadly, she falls to a tragic pure death,
Her carcass as feast for the dogs and worms.
Meanwhile, her soul is given for a breath
A dark ambrosia rejected like germs.
I can’t help but cry of how life fared her,
But no, pity isn’t to be given;
All the pangs of pain, she’s now the bearer,
Anon, the goddess of the forsaken.
Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 2:07 AM UTC
the buzz and the blurrrrrr…
the absurd contingencies
the adjacency of our dependencies
(not discrepancies)
i and her
we demur the frequencies
the inconsistencies we deter
the buzz and the slurrrrrr…
what was and deferred
the efficiencies of three
us, we, but not them
and the absentee
her and me
NOT THEM
to condemn it and spin
the sins we could make
and our skin to awake
wherein we wont forsake where we begin
began
i and she
i and her
her and me
she and me
we, us
the buzz and the…
Jan 26, 2013
Jan 26, 2013 at 5:58 PM UTC
Some changes happen too quickly
To observe with the eye -
Some fractures flex so fast one wonders
where they came from, suddenly
Water is leaking in,
The mind floods, you didn't intend
To let things get so dismayed.
Some changes happen so slowly
They can only be noticed in retrospect,
Collapsing each frame into immediate adjacency,
Only later appreciating each movement and change,
Trying hard to reckon all the time that has passed,
Suddenly sick with your inability to recollect -
Where did each minute go? What did
each moment try to say when
you weren't listening?
They eventually wrote you a note and left -
no phone number to call, no address to follow -
But it isn't your fault you couldn't see
Each changing thing, each slow tear, every
wear and stretch,
Most aren't even our doing, most things
We don't expect to break, but everything
degrades,
Day after day, eventually, in
Reviewing each crease it's obvious
How things have folded and bent
Again and again, but only after
The lines are permanent.
Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 2:04 PM UTC
We speak in subtext,
Our cultural reflex.
Hesitancy with bracing context.
Consistency in anything less.
Change be the fuel to ignite this mess.
Unfortunately fear halts all energy.
Inspires complacency.
Mental adjacency.
Readily dissolving all faith in me.
Washed and recycled, We’re happily exiled.
Meticulously choosing to revel in denial.
Listening to ourselves,
The gate keepers of hell.
Selfishly selfless,
Utterly helpless.
Lying to the heart,
The stoic open cell.
Feb 16, 2013
Feb 16, 2013 at 6:13 PM UTC
it's not like adjacency pairs
where
good morning comes with hi
good bye with seeya
it's good day, fck you and thank you.
Aug 29, 2016
Aug 29, 2016 at 4:18 AM UTC
discover frozen effigies of foreign gods
in a town without whispers
we'll find a maze
of EXIT signs
get lost
searching
for escape
until the inevitable
heat death of the status quo
we'll waltz
deadlocked,
mercurial eyes
in the glittering sea
of black hole leftovers
the spacious sound,
the silence stretching
.
.
.
you'll drop a bottle
and time will slow
in that moment of collapse
I'll fanatically search
for all the shards,
as they turn red
in my petrified grip
and try to piece together
this unsolvable puzzle
on our cheeks,
the irritating scratch
of a bitter wind
Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 2:01 PM UTC
Flowers growing in my heart..Bees will make love to their faces. Empty spaces in my chest iv yet to find replacements...Something in your aura, foreshadowing adjacency from blazing loves euphoria.
The birds would sing about her, The trees were always watching, I often dreamed about her, until my blood was splotching..
Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 7:03 AM UTC
imagine:
sitting on A stool on a stage
Small and creaky
aroma of coffee and maybe a cigar and sweet casualty in the air
imagine singing your mother’s favorite song to remember her softly
then Coming off stage
(greeted by your love poking your side so laughably irritating)
to sip a now tepid coffee, made by someone who knows your name
as you watch a neighbor go sit on the same stool
singing a song Of funny nostalgia that tickles the sides of your heart
reminding the room of our collective Age
with a chuckle and a smirk exchanged
and recounting the beautiful memories of lives lived in adjacency to one another
that makes up such a quaint Story
imagine that.
Dec 19, 2019
Dec 19, 2019 at 9:29 PM UTC
Place the day
Shredded paper soil pours the rose composed for those with better things to grow into the air
Smokey silhouettes dressed in regret pressed against the echoes of its flare
Sparing the nights received stares of ambivalence
A sentence spun to run on too long
In a song with too many notes
broken in a sense few would know how to sense
or think to try
To vai through ethereal rope for ways to cope
with another day of smoke
Just wait and choke
Consider the ways it broke
Deliver another craven joke
Then slither away at once and pray the planted stems response
is the one we'd hoped it would evoke
But we haven't spoken have we
Coughed a sick joke and no ones laughing
Are you happy
Free from a tether whether we were ready or not
Lock step in a crowd head down
Feathers in a knot
Trapped me in apathy
Had to be hard
And I'm sad that I'm happy
Playing the part
Place the night
Over a lifetime of work and lurch
When the dirt under your nails edges into pale skin
Sickening little scratches tapping rickety veins placing marks to track the pain on a line this thin
An addiction.
Affliction born from your own choices
sworn to poison from the inside out beginning to end.
Send the sin from your nerves with urgency
turbulent little displacements of adjacency
And graciousness erase us
As we face and feed the fire
With emaciated traces rehearsed when we preach to choirs.
Indecent liars
destined for and inspired by greatness swooning under the weight between each action
feeling dire chasms open
soon after the broken reflections of our spoons feel the heat from lighters
Dec 20, 2018
Dec 20, 2018 at 12:55 AM UTC
The wind blows.
Tracking, violating, a little train on its way
to the E island for the ninety-fourth time this day
in this infinitesimal airport, this enormous node
converged of weaves of space,
meaning collided.
A young woman gazing somewhere not special,
until my sight aligned with hers: rail unravels
its skeleton as the train forwards
only as bitten by the steal heaviness, that
guises dumb voyagers, a heavy lightness
inside.
Tapped by sound, a haphazard feeling of mind, I
percept couples prattling in native English
from scattering finches called home
Drifting away or reflowing towards,
adjacency suspends in lenses of all.
Afraid
to envision the scent of seeds unplanted,
to dwell on questions without an answer,
to defy gravity,
I know you are too.
The wind blows.
Departing with my hue of strength found in all that I lacked,
a sprawl of bouncing breeze leaves my tune beneath the rail.
Sep 25, 2025
Sep 25, 2025 at 1:51 PM UTC