Category Archives: Poetry

Demons

Posted by Adam Weber on

Heartless clawing, gnawing, pawing

they come for me

tasty they say

they come for me

eyes sewed shut with intestinal wire.

Greedy, selfish, and needy

they bleed me.

seeking to fill their hole

they are the vacant and vapid

useless and tired

worn and surrendered.

They will grind at you until you….

are heartless and needy

America Now

Posted by Adam Weber on

I am America

I am the Republic, which is supposed to stand for me.

Since I stood this long for it.

We put our shoulders to the wheel

what have we gained?

Generations of working poor, bearing upon their backs smiling politicians.

So I ask you, America, where are you now?

You take my money, and use it to buy bullets.

I can’t pay my doctor bills.

Can’t fix my car.

Can’t buy new shoes.

My clothes are threadbare so I must ask, Where are you now?

40 hours of sweat doesn’t buy as much as it used to.

I am America.

I feel as if I am punished for working,

while the fat woman buys steak for her dog with food stamps.

I see it every day here in this republic.

For which I stand.

One worker.

Under debt.

with Bankruptcy for all.

Son

Posted by Adam Weber on

He’s not like your kid

he never can be

don’t patronize me

don’t say you understand

you don’t

unless you have held his hand

in emergency

trying to explain this away

trying to get him to understand

my constant parents worry is amplified

to the point of making me numb

he is not “special”

he is not handicapped by anything

except his run-away emotions

and altered perceptions

he is an artist

a great reader

he is only eight

his struggle with this world

leaves me in awe of his strength

everyday he overcomes, one inch forward at a time.

my son is my hero

and in the dead of night

I realize one thing

all I can really do is walk beside him

I cannot guide him

because I can never really know his world.