Tag: Adam Spiegelman

It was an evening out of Goya – foreground disarray, distant hills, Coal tar sky, the whole thing soundproof and sullen as a grease trap. I can’t say if I imagined the needles snapped off in my wrist. Tomas slashed away with a dull switchblade like a schoolboy Made to do lines, then explored the … Continue reading Sonnet in Relief →

I went to Greenwood Cemetery with a bouquet of flowers The color of cheese and a jar of Maraschino cherries to suck and chew And spit among the many rows of unfamiliar names. This was February; the year was still in deliberations. I don’t suppose I’ll ever visit the graves of friends, refuse to See … Continue reading Sonnet at Greenwood Cemetery →

I have had worse summers. I have sprayed fuck police On the back of a bus that said Free Humanity on it and Slept with plenty of cops and I have sat on hot stoops Icing my forearms praying against everything. I think of my happiest moments when happiness was elsewhere And I begged the … Continue reading Sonnet In Anger →