3 Poems Jane Adam
CRIME & PUNISHMENT
even a little is enough
vicious chestnut-colored hair
indecent
dressing gown worn completely open
end of guttering tallow candle
not high-spirited, just bloated
carriage driver gave him a solid blow
englishly, or europeanly
WILLIAM—REMEMBER HIM
old-world, gentlemanly—cirrhosis?
no—it was his head, heart—his core
down like water
empty it
remember when it was fun
I DID IT
it’s a woodgleam evening. nostalgia shines it.
driving spikes tired of purposes, of
intent that leads itself back to its own belief.
death, legs, i know, sweet hero,
i keep combing my hair.
the song of such energy invites me.
CRIME & PUNISHMENT
even a little is enough
vicious chestnut-colored hair
indecent
dressing gown worn completely open
end of guttering tallow candle
not high-spirited, just bloated
carriage driver gave him a solid blow
englishly, or europeanly
WILLIAM—REMEMBER HIM
old-world, gentlemanly—cirrhosis?
no—it was his head, heart—his core
down like water
empty it
remember when it was fun
I DID IT
it’s a woodgleam evening. nostalgia shines it.
driving spikes tired of purposes, of
intent that leads itself back to its own belief.
death, legs, i know, sweet hero,
i keep combing my hair.
the song of such energy invites me.
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