Adam Fieled
Adam Fieled is a poet based in Philadelphia. His latest book, The Great Recession, was released as an Argotist Online e-book in 2019.
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Wayfaring Angel
Visions of jungle, elephants doze;
tigers are slumberous, spiders repose
before any human can frighten their nose.
She’s on a bender, peyote & grass;
spirits defend her, karma amassed;
astonishing yogis, the head of her class.
The temple was gold, ceiling a dome;
lost in the hills, she found me alone;
a wayfaring straggler, rough skin & bone.
Struggle like death, hours went on;
run out of breath, night into dawn;
entwined in a web, manifested, then gone.
She was still high, I watched her evoke
Gods of the jungle, deities spoke
exhorting this princess, before she awoke
to lead me to reason, why she was here;
guide me past wonder, guide me past fear;
bedraggle not ever what must be made clear.
How I was chosen, she tried to explain;
clipped not by shyness, confusion, or pain;
yet all I could see was her flesh in my brain—
sculpted & glossy, wax-white & smooth,
I placed my hands on, couldn’t remove
while she gave the dharma, was trying to prove
that now she’d achieved the peak of her dream;
now what was woven wouldn’t need seams;
the Wayfaring Angel I’d been was her means.
Katherine’s Blues
Exquisite she looks, exquisite she is;
saucer-eyed Goddess, stuck in a biz
which hangs on a racket, the reason it is—
stuck in a basement, yellow-walled dread;
doing them favors, as though it’s a bed
& what you can give is the weight of your head—
jigger the hard-drive, send out the code;
get in the back-seat, get on the road
attempt to imagine you’re more than a toad—
clear it wide open, some space in your mind;
line up the stooges, rob them all blind;
remind the whole cosmos you haven’t gone blind—
you’ve got an angle, against the brigade;
loosing the tangles, re-blunting the blades;
no panic at facing the price that you’ve paid—
hope springs eternal, when someone has heart;
won’t be abraded, deflated apart;
she’s learned the precision to aim the right darts—
worlds get re-routed, so lives can go on;
nights let the moon in, so there can be dawn;
I’m writing the moonlight which made queen the pawn—
Adam Fieled is a poet based in Philadelphia. His latest book, The Great Recession, was released as an Argotist Online e-book in 2019.