Two Poems
Adam Fieled
Apparition Poem #717
On why it has to be that writing
comfortable garbage is the inevitable
byproduct of living comfortably, with
each fresh hell I wonder why the hooks
towards artful utterance are set this
way, & why I must become such an oyster
just to confer into a leaking bucket,
insecurely hung from abraded cables,
a blue droplet not even of blood but
of nectar, or wine, or whiskey—
Apparition Poem #1344
That there should be bodies
strewn across every road is an
axiom only applying to roads
worth crossing— I shift in my
checkered flannel, as lumps of
hair, flesh, piss, feces, semen &
blood pile like moss & fern under
me. That this should be me over
others who gets to cross this road
is a mystery I leave to the sided crosses.
Adam Fieled is a writer based in Philadelphia. New releases include the re-release of the Argotist Online e-books The Posit Trilogy, The Great Recession, and Mother Earth. A magna cum laude Penn grad, he edits P.F.S. Post.