Adam Bieber Poems

Walking by, I see you itch
the back of your neck to
possibly fix, a small shot
of charm to a man
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Somewhere someone has found
Self-realization of what already is, something
You already know but have forgotten.
Probably an aged Indian man,
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Vanished before my gaping eyes
like a sweet dream upon waking,
I always thought I should call
to stitch each others axed heart with
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I ripped her heart out
and left it on the top step,
tossed the condom on the roof
and walked downstairs to class.
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Hitler’s cat eyes’ gleam,  
tying a noose to the neck
of Europe.
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