from Apparition Poems

#1089

I love you,
I love you,
I love you—

clouds are
moving in
behind us,

storms are
forming in
front, blue

sky purple,
green grass
yellow, all

things pale
to this dark—

#1091

My Buddha,
(red flowers
curl around
him) exults

that he may
not be faced
out towards
grey worlds,

but watches
these words
that attempt
to be green—

#1092

To be happy,
to be blessed,
are not equal—

see how God
squeezes grace
out of trains,

silver in lines—

#1088

Bottoms of barrels—
where I go to get “I”

words to represent
me, but constructs

constrict me down
to levels of humid

air sucked vacuum-
space out past sky,

“I” can never be “I”

#1090

Rain falls in Philly—

cars heap up in lots,
mushroom-chrome—  

Adam Fieled is a poet, musician, and critic based in Philadelphia. He has released three books: Opera Bufa (Otoliths, 2007), When You Bit (Otoliths, 2008), and Chimes (Blazevox, 2009). His e-books and e-chaps include Posit (Dusie Press, 2007), Revolver (Scantily Clad Press, 2008), and The White Album (Ungovernable Press, 2009). He maintains two blogs, Stoning the Devil and PFS Post, and is completing his PhD at Temple University, where he teaches.