Poems from Adam Leather
Passed On
Lost legends tremor in the graphite lake,
Thunder deep rumble, resonance of quake;
Perpetual waves grumble in refrain
Dull...
Fossil Print
We leave our carbon footprint in the snow
As evidence that starts our afterglow,
Time’s sediment in soot engraining proof
That...
Dead Beat
I used to play the air guitar, the bass,
But up here an audience is out of place
Except to white Dementers, sucking soul,
Who...