Cat 4 Seizure

The earth had a seizure
Too much power
Short circuited
Mis directed
Temporary Abnormal reaction of the systems

I’ll be doing a thing
And then chaos strikes
Outside my control or prediction
Then everything is fucked up
Injuries, damage and confusion
Then clean up
Then rebuild
Some people help
Some ignore
Some are freaked out and act the fool
That’s the story every time

Imagine you had no memory
of the disaster occurring
Just woke up to find everything wrecked
And that this happened on the regular
And then you could image
Sort of
Life with seizures



Love Poem

how long has it been
I can not call again
I just want to hear
The lyrical hum
of her voice
on my eardrum

when did I go insane
I was just doin my own thing
then into my world she drops
changing everything

smell her on my pillow
taste her on my lips
I don’t want to go to bed
when she’s not there
cuz it seems empty and large
for the first time ever

I don’t know what’s happening to me
I got a rep
as a grizzly callous motherfucker
now I’m all silly and sweet
gushing like a fountain of YooHoo

Just appeared in my life one day
Drew me in
Nothing will ever be the same
And Every time I think
I couldn’t be happier
She smiles at me again

chic must be a witch
or a Sith Lord
Sith Lady?
put a spell on me
stole my mind
with her magic kiss
now all I can think about
is her face
and how happy I am

its disgusting
like a teenager again
all hormones and smiles
and all the songs make sense

I had plans
“Loner Curmudgeon”
cards were made

but there she stands
the light always right
smiling at me
and I already feel
myself made more





The Others

sitting before you
naked and crying
a baby alone in a crowd
its fat little fingers
on short chubby arms
begging strangers for love
it weeps and shouts
it cries and it screams,
but its pleas go unnoticed
as the herd rushes round the yard

you run for the infant
heart pounding faster and faster
you come closer and closer
desperate to save the helpless waif
as your hand reaches for hers
the child grows silent
her vibrant young eyes
puffy with pain
look into yours
and all the secret sorrows
long locked way
in the darkest of places
are reflected in the teary pools
of this naked little babe
abandoned and neglected
amidst the callous and bustling world

your heart nearly breaks
like it hasn’t since youth
when the memory of first loss returns
flooding your soul
purest of pains
the anguish of
losing your faith

retracting your hand
you withdraw from the child
better off where it be
only a fool believes
there is safety
to be found
in others

Why is Your Dick Out

why is your dick out
why is your hand on her
why is your tongue there
why would you say that
why is your dick out


I do not understand

I am not surprised that this exists
but I am surprised by the prevalence
and technique
or lack thereof

who asks their employees for a massage
who masturbates into a plant
what is wrong with your amygdala
have you no impulse control
or is our culture simply bereft of
shame or honor

why is your dick out?

the people you work with
are there to get paid
not laid
why is your dick out

the woman who loves you
does not want to watch you jerk off
no one else does either
unless you are a porn star
that is unprofessional





I’m Just Sayin’

Let the revolution begin

The stupid people
Have elected their stupid hero
To do all the stupid things
That will satisfy their stupid egos

Last two times the idiots rose up
They burned the libraries
Of Alexandretta and Europe
Just to prove that stupid was victorious
Now the information age is gonna crash
Due to the ignoramus virus
Let the revolution begin
Before its too late

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Daughter of the Sun – free sample

Daughter of the Sun

a modern epic poem

by JD Adler

ISBN: 9781520646589

(full text available on Amazon in print or Kindle)

“How in the hell could a man enjoy being awakened at 8:30 a.m. by an alarm clock, leap out of bed, dress, force-feed, shit, piss, brush teeth and hair, and fight traffic to get to a place where essentially you made lots of money for somebody else and were asked to be grateful for the opportunity to do so? ”
– Charles Bukowski

Chapter 1: Prey

through the trees
sweaty legs
in big brown hiking boots
frightened, focused, excited
eyes simultaneously seeking
paths before
predator behind
closer all the time

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The Shadow Men

there is the thing we think we see
but never really believe
I can not tell you it isnt so
because I know

every time you turn a corner
and think you see
a shadow that is not your own
that’s not a trick of the eye
that’s the darkest demon you’ve ever dreamed
come out to play
to take you away
to the end of all things

the barely seen one
the whispy one
the hidden one
the one you’ve always been afraid of
when all alone
in the dark of night
for good reason
hiding from you
in your very own shadow

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a single round bead of sweat
rolls across the flesh
in the sweltering summer heat
magnifying pours, birthmarks, follicles and wrinkles,
as it passes
this aint no glistening
this is some serious, stinky, sweat
generated by a body
not just from the blistering
mythic evil
of the mid-day summer heat
this nasty bead of human fluid
was earned the old fashion way
through mind altering
flesh abrading
hair pulling
afternoon fucking

it was the best kind of mid day penetration
the unexpected pounding
he was just on his way to the corner store for smokes
she merely seeking a hangover remedy at the pub
their eyes locked
she had cigarettes in her purse
he had vodka and V8 at home
they were both old and alone
and horny
on a summer afternoon

magic moments are made of these

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Deplorable State

I am a straight white man
in ‘Murica
oppressed and disenfranchised
robbed of my birthright
my manifest destiny
has been stolen by
lesbians and Mexicans
and academics
with their scams
’bout the environment

My people used to rule
not like
“metallica rules dude”
we actually ruled
voting rights
property rights
the best jobs
all ours
and ours alone

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