Sunday, July 27, 2008

Adam Fieled

Ticket to Ride

Past is where I live now,
when eternally the earth
moves like ginger within
her without her, & she
picked up/left town &
she was wearing a jumper
& golden earrings & a
blouse over a blouse &
a pom-pom hat for cold
weather & I remember
being together & her head,
its imprint, lingers like a
fossil shell, & I am ancient.

I've Just Seen a Face

I can't forget it: pressed
up against the window
of the Pine St Starbucks,
it seemed to open up a
world, self-sufficient, in
which I fall through ten
hoops, each a finger, &
then am free to loosen
what binds me to come.


When I was younger I
thought I knew about
what is was to be free.
Free was green smoke.
Free was sheets stirred.
Now I find myself here:
alone in a blue vacuum,
putting together pieces
of a puzzle for eternity.
I need my puzzle to be
read, I need to be sold,
molded, solid, created,
put in perspective, full.
I need all these things,
I appreciate every piece.
I know that I just need
you like an opened door.

I Need You

I didn't mean to say
that two hands applied
to a nail a back a toe
curled in hurling its
wrath is such a big
turn-on, just that I
have to say it as I
don't know what to
do with myself except
put myself in your
path, ask for a pow-
wow or an armistice,
anything for those hands

Adam Fieled is a poet based in Philadelphia. He has released two books and three chaps: books are Opera Bufa (Otoliths, 2007), Beams (Blazevox, 2007), chaps, Posit (Dusie Press, 2007), Funtime (Funtime Press, 2007), and Revolver (Scantily Clad Press, 2008). Two additional books and a chapbook are forthcoming: Help!, a chap from Greying Ghost in August, When You Bit.., a book from Otoliths late summer '08, and Chimes, a book from Blazevox in 2009. Fieled edits the blog-journal PFS Post, has guest edited Ocho, and has contributed to Jacket, Dusie, Tears in the Fence, Upstairs at Duroc's, Ectoplasmic Necropolis, Mipoesias, and many other journals.