As/Is

8.24.2014

WYB Outtakes Pt 3

Grace

I am a limited body. I do

not encompass much, &

my ace-in-the-hole is how

& why I know this (from

long experience of waves,

which have taken salty

thoughts from my brains). 

I know vastness, being little.

I know defeat sans groans.

Being pure is what saves.

Out at sea, unnumbered

uproars roll past my ears,

like the Danny’s bar-keep’s

innuendos like thunder.   

Cauterized

I can't feel a thing but pain.

Everything I say's a blunder—
form and feeling gone insane—
heaps of snow inside my brain.
She's my loaded cherry pie.
I'm not worth her sliding doors
unless my eyes get cauterized
and moving sand's a wooden floor.
It's all been said except for this—
that I will out the road I missed,

scattered signs, paraphernalia of

our last night’s pilgrimage past

the bucks hitting Bucktown’s tow-

away zone, down-bound baked goods.

Worn Yesterday

To circle you from inside you,

from inside glassy globes of skin

offered up in mute scream to

shared sharp pangs, how a lock

might close shut in this, how it

could clasp us to a firmament,

how in arching up we forge bliss,

down, & to be gone is concupiscent,

& come is gone, white-woven in —

what’s still unaccounted for is

how when I leave this place again

for Philly, I’ll look for you on

Main Street, Manayunk, find

myself at Worn Yesterday again.

posted by Adam Fieled on Sunday, August 24, 2014

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