5 Poems, by Adam Lehrer
Recent experimental texts by Adam Lehrer
A Simple Time, Somewhere Else
An intimidating father
A crack addict aunt
A photograph of a woman holding roses lit on fire, smoke watering her eyes
A vein that pulsates out of my neck when I’m under stress
An evil twitter follower
A contract with a security firm
A heartbroken half sister
A tear in the crotch that shows my testicle hair
A nonbinary police officer
A shoot out at a crowded beach
A pill that causes your grandfather to salivate
A hero who believes good and evil are abstractions
A fracture in time
A loser with a big cock
A mother who struggles with love and affection
A time when it was simple, somewhere else
Astral Nightmare
I remembered that my first friend hated me
It’s night. And I stand with my arm behind me
Staring at a group smoking clove cigarettes
An implicit conflict stands between us, would you find me?
Would you…. Kiss a my eyes?
In nightmares, I can’t find my cock, it’s unnerving
But it’s there when I wake, replete of fresh blood
A stream of urine bisected, pissed on floor
Between the viaducts of a weird nightmare
Vampiric Lurker
Open an email written in a passive aggressive, scolding tone
Hail to the true, intense vampires
The lurker doesn’t communicate directly, he watches, he snickers
A part of a pact that is delightfully fragile
A semi serious suggestion to cut your own wrists wide open
Hail to the true intense vampires
He listens to Lorde cynically, and cries, he hates himself
Gripping the curves of a rocket launching into space
It explodes before it passes the atmosphere, blood and flames above
Hail to the true intense vampires
Hail to the meek faggots who have lost their way, they’re scared
Swimming across a lake of fundament, drowning nowÂ
Ghostface Asheberry
The shy tourist leaves in a hearse
A glock bursts, the iron monuments
The bride wore white, smelling of an Egyptian musk
He wears a white suit and causes terror as he sails into the white sky
Rapturous Cognitive Dissonance
The reactionary looked towards the idealist with pity
Delusions of independence plague the mind with brutal obscurations of form
Breaking the law on behalf of those who shudder with contempt
Contempt for your spiritual pleading, your moral cowardice, bleeding yellowÂ
What do you seek? A new reality? A new you? False hope.
Never look back, all of my guilt is behind me, if it follows me, so be it.Â
Memory is collectively eroded, a deformityÂ
Culture must exist for it to have an identityÂ
An assemblage of weak wills best forgotten, sickly and frail
Vaporize beliefs, revel in failure and the decadence of a dying world
In malignancy you’ll find something resembling a truth
Cognitive dissonance is rapturous. I choose me. You choose them. Well, So be it.
Illustration by Pierre Klossowski