Thursday, September 27, 2007

NEW! Poem by Adam Strauss

Adam Strauss

DEAR


Dear is all I know.
A party I'm not at.
Bliss of solitude--
A room rude to company:
I cannot have guests
Unless they insist;
I'm convinced
My friends didn't, don't, judge;
I wish my nature was
Tidy, not seemingly
Rigged to deflect
Society--what are those islands like?

1 comment:

Overwhelmed by the tribe said...

this is a delicious poem!