A Poem by Adam Greenfield

I did, did I?


Rot can rob a born actor,

we few

senile felines,

are we not drawn onward, drawn onward to new era?


On a clover, if alive, erupts a vast, pure evil, a fire volcano,

never odd or even,

no lemons, no melon

no pet so tragic as a cigar to step on


Name now one man

drab as a fool, aloof as a bard,

go deliver a dare, vile dog,

god damn mad dog

murder for a jar of red rum,


Madam, not one man is selfless; I name not one,

won’t lovers revolt now?


© 2010 Adam Greenfield

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This one makes me think! *Giggles!* I would have to say that if the lover's revolt, the rum will be consumed, as to blind the mad dog and let the lover's slip past the ever watchful eye of the garden keeper. Once there, love can explode into a bliss of all tastes, yet no matter who orgasms first, the cat will always be watching and now their secrets...ummm...Yep! I think that about covers it! *Smiles!*

I loved the random, yet fluid grace of the ink!
*Hugs!* - Tara

Posted 12 Years Ago

I was left in confusing after reading
but so satisfied and ready to read more.

slithering words and harshly beautiful lines

Posted 12 Years Ago

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Added on April 12, 2010
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Adam Greenfield
Adam Greenfield

San Diego, CA

I have the strangest desire at all times to take words and manipulate them to make you see what I see. Create your own visitor map! more..