Tag Poetry

Hot Dogs: A Poem By Jacob Adams

(Special this week to the Academic Redneck: a poem by Pikes Peak Community College student Jacob Adams. Jacob, a first -year student, is a new Colorado resident of only two years and is currently interested in pursing writing in some form as a future career. He enjoys getting overly attached to well- written cartoon characters, playing challenging video games, and staying as far away from the beach as possible. Jacob

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She Again

She wore the hotel’s logo over her heart She bore the word Frontier over her heart She had the name she gave her over her heart And hated labels She was into self-torture and its subtle tease Spelled that like subtle tease You into understanding that there is such a thing Even if it only exists in me Back to she She is more past tense Speak of her again

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Blamed

Your voice is too friendly, Your smile too inviting, Your laugh too welcoming. Don’t speak. You’re giving these people the wrong idea. Be silent.   White powder spread across the table, glass bottles scattered on the floor; the loud men filling the room grow more menacing with each snort of cocaine. Such peace for me in his chaotic life when he doesn’t notice me. He reminds me, “Lock the door

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A Geography of Night

Once the darkness was full we saw stars— striking frozen air, rippling through the underside of heaven in their meteoric plunge. Silvered white, cobalt, crimson, and then into the earth. A flashing that spoke to our very skin set against the blackness of night. A vapor immortal in absence.

Liminal

I glide from one episode to the next, my role transfigured from scene to scene in perpetual subconscious invention until a somber beam of light paints the wall and reminds my other self of unfinished business. I rise, stiff and uncertain, remembering when, in childhood, waking life was an extension of the dream.

Words

Silence Sounds of words unspoken Words unheard Words, words, words Won’t stop dropping pen tops Won’t stop jumping roadblocks Won’t stop chucking hard knocks And I can’t keep calling time fake I can’t sleep so I stay awake Thinking second belated Backwards ratings about past Relationships. I’ve got some frustrations. Let me tip my hat You got me going Rolling really swell Now I’m scaling the cliffs of hell To

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