Three Poems
by Adam Jon Miller
Adult Happy Meal
Taste it— in
the wind.
Read it— in
the tea leaf.
Park the Gold Lexus
off of Old Texas.
If you don't like
cowboy stew:
text "TEX"
ta 850 .22
five .2662.
Turn right
at Obelisk,
left on Lou.
Un Do:
every thing
every one
ever did.
Mobilize: wink,
wink, smile.
Get
busy. Make
a whole
New Kid.
Dollfaces.
Hi, I’m the Itsy-bitsy
police squad, No
Thanks, Such a shocking
Affair, You
admired my hus band:
The Green-sea-emerald
Is missing,
To-the-brim, Cheat
the children, Wise,
That tinsel
Noise!
My little dolls, my many
little dolls, don’t touch
the eyes, a little doll
she shed: Guilty
Tears, out eyes
Laughf, yellow
flies frighten
the dead back
to Life. Bile red,
what’s that!?
It’s cute: the head,
its Little
Paralyzed
s m i : ) l e
Unlike Steve, I keep my promises.
Uh, o, it’s that Tampa
x Pearl commercial
Again. Hurry,
call the cops.
Shh. somebody has got to be
benefitting from this somehow?
Better go
Black Ops
on this one.
O’ the judge will
Understand.
Steve is a maniac
at the auction.
His crystalware is
gorgeous.
But some horses
were meant
to run Wyld.
Adam lives in Santa Rosa Beach, Florida, on the NW Florida Gulf Coast. He graduated from the University of Kansas with a BA in English and an Emphasis in Creative Writing. Adam's poetry was included or is forthcoming in the The Louisville Review, Yalobusha Review, Thimble Literary Magazine, The William & Mary Review, OxMag, In Parentheses, and The Dewdrop. He is a poetry reader at Thimble Literary Magazine. Adam’s poem “Hero” and short story “Tiny Village” were translated into Chinese. Adam scribes brew narratives for Idyll Hounds Brewery. Visit him and his work anytime at www.adamjonmiller.com.