Adam Heart Mother By Kevin M. Hibshman

Poking with a stick. 

Looking for the crevice that started everything.

A vague meandering led to the science of destruction.

Big budget nightmares for everyone.

Let's do something they cannot erase.

In this tattle-tale age of surveillance, let's be sneaky.

I'm messed up about the past.

Let's put on some acid jazz.

Come to the cabin in Summer.

It's a bit of a fixer-upper.

Hey, bring whatever you can, man.

The stars are great here.

So are the fireflies.

I'll let you in on a secret.

These people are weird.

These people are missing something.

That certain component that makes you human.

Half of their brains are missing.

They are oddly compliant, pleasantly lobotomized.

They never listened to folk songs from the 60's.

I just want to feel wild like nobody's child.

Will you help me defy them?

Don't fret about having destroyed your liver.

Come down here.

We'll find a river.

I have enough to get by.

We'll take a stroll through the old campsite.

Sorry to digress.

Its no longer about protest.

It's all entwined in feeling.

I got a connection.

Maintain your reflexes.

Stay fast and funky man.

Get as loose as you can and we'll go swimming.

Kevin M. Hibshman has had poems published in many journals and magazines world wide.In addition, he has edited his poetry zine, Fearless, since 1990 and is the author of sixteen chapbooks including Love Sex Death Dreams (Green Bean Press, 2000) and Incessant Shining (Alternating Current, 2011).

Cease To Destroy from Whiskey City Press.

His current book is Lost Within The Garden Of Heathens also from Whiskey City Press and currently available through Amazon.

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