21Oct 2017 Adam Sometimes

Down On Front Street

This is a foggy step An amber goo between the prints The more there is the better chance I have of it fossilizing I hope you get the metaphor My... Read More
editors note:

Not me, either! Uh, wait… where’s my gun? – mh clay

23May 2017 Adam Sometimes

Letter to my Therapist

Dear Fiona, My dear therapist I am sorry I am sorry for ghost white lies I say You labeled me PTSD or ptsd or PeeTee Es Dee And blah blah... Read More
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Shared hell, shared fear. No distance can keep so close. – mh clay

28Feb 2017 Adam Sometimes

Woolly Mammoths

Way past constipation and injection marks We plundered Ice cold eyes on the hunt for an ice aged myth Woolly mammoth they called it But we didn't care They could've... Read More
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Obsessed after ecstasy. Edged toward extinction, instead. (We welcome Adam to our crazed conclave of Contributing Poets with this submission. Read more of his madness on his new page – check it out). – mh clay

7Oct 2016 Adam Sometimes

Home Is Where Death Is

One dirty shirt away from extinction They told me evolution was make believe "Evil-ution" They would say We got trenches dug in around our thoughts And no one sees that... Read More
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Why not wait until death to die? – mh clay

20Jun 2016 Adam Sometimes

Teenagers in Rural Ohio

There were a few of us Underage and drinking beers Natty You know what I'm talking about Just boys being boys And about nine beers deep we started getting bored... Read More
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Commentary heard on your local news channel never! – mh clay