Poetry by Adam Stutz
UNHOLY IN THE EGG FIELD I am a machine eating words to become the scum in the socket enriching someone else’s dawn I try to catch my own eye like an “oh” & look for a saunter or a gait wearing a fascinator I am model endings levitating like a gnashing love jammed into a fresh plastic seal ring I am the broken tip of the gem nicking the countdown that dropped out of your head I crawl over the egg field into something like a dread mess resembling a life of fire I am a type of amphibious heavy buzz bringing down romantic dances (a […]
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