To the Glory of God To Gweyneth, with Love Flags rise above the cloud wall They are seen by dead birds, welcomed by sailing planets Boots stick to the dirt as hands cripple under scholarship The gun I hold could kill my soul Babies in cribs could be saved Love and forgiveness are a clear … Continue reading I Deal: James Adamson

Time is so close to me Its movement can be Mistaken for my soul. My knowledge sieves through The seconds and my actions Are the years of the century Stepped on as though degrees Of the earth, the minutes and Seconds of our globe Machine to make me a Tooth in a sprocket Like I … Continue reading Next to Time: James Adamson