Poetry offerings from Adam Kizanis
 

late night fight on a sunday night

dead frozen fish sit languidly in the kitchen sink

everything needs to be eaten sooner or later
 

her insides feel as if some stranger has poured hot maple syrup down her moist

throat

it's all so very simple - - - a peanut playing dead - - -

- - - passion splattered against a brick wall

overhead a bird is circling - - - waiting - - - licking.....

THE SUN HAS NOT STOPPED

UNDER HER DEEP BLUE EYES SOMEONE HAS PAINTED THE WORDS - - -

- - - "forever.......endless"

THE CLOCK SURE AS HELL AIN'T MOVIN' BACKWARD

SURE AS HELL
 

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