Mark Anthony Adams Poetry

  rites of passage  the globe, Athens, GA May 9, 2025, graduation  summer-season stings  I have been given the cords and form of a man.  the church bells ring  it is graduation day- youth came and ran.  I don’t know how to meet what my society expects which is so very little-  closer to the ideal, closer to being a wreck- my body feels boundless but my spirit, brittle. I encapsulate so much desire-  the cup spilleth over.  I want to throw it all in fanned fire  but I still hold on to these asinine three leaved clovers.  and yet today is a day of celebration,  a subdued orgy of potential.  me and my generation- nation’s creation as proud roosters parading, deeply inessential and yet I am a man.  my form and function, status and society say so It is a deeply comforting lie- “did as I can” and yet what joy to feel life’s flow.  walk through the door-  don’t grimace, you can’t return, anymore. 

 Sometimes, you go to college and you get knowledge.  Oxford Junemester Summer 2023 Electronic Ephesus and Cybernetic Syracuse: a Cyberpunk Adaptation of The Comedy of Errors Pre-Reformation English Catholicism UGA Spring 2024  La Tache Noire: The correction of the mistake at the heart of Europe From INTL 4207H, Owsiak Simulations The New Great Game: African Influence in a non-Zero Sum World From SLP Semester 1, Gallagher NSC simulation The Changing Rood: the many interpretations of “The Dream of the Rood” From Old English Literature, Evans UGA Fall 2024 The Sahel’s Great Game: Combatting Russian Influence in Africa From SLP Semester Two, Gallagher Sur Bakhtin  La lumière réfléchie : similarités et différences dans l’épopée par l’armure et les armes dans Beowulf et La Chanson de Roland From Medieval French Literature, Pendergrass  WSP Spring 2025  Barbarism to Decadence: from a frontier republic to a progressive empire From American Grand Strategy, Lukoff L...

 Spring's rites come to close and the eternal summer comes to bear...  lay of loathing  Delta hall  May 3rd, 2025  good writers don’t sleep.  good writers are weak.  good writers aren’t cheap.  good writers are meek. I feel the decadence writhing in my  veins like maggots in a fallopian tube.  writing- you let me escape.  Disinfecting my stomach  Delta hall May 3rd, 2025  in between my tongue and my soul I feel the intervention of 1000 years of decline  to write is to never be whole  it is to hold on to ideal’s line. Did God intend to consummate holy union in silicone, rubbers and plastic  we entered by moonlight into carnal communion  after I texted her- “u up?”- how orgiastic. I could tell her my love  what good would it do? I took the man’s strong shove I broke when I threw.  weakness has no dignity; no wax, only wane women are wont wretches to weave  there is no beauty in suffering an...

Worship  D926 > ATL  April 6 2025  To EEH  in the mirror of flesh I see your form  I wonder from us what was to be born.  I made you orgasm in a place I’ll forget  when I think of it I taste regret.  for a moment- you were leaking my seed-  I realized I wanted you as my slave- a need.  so much fear knowing you can just walk away  and that bright nights become gray days.  now I consummate strangers no joy, no passion, no anger  just raw biological banality  you and I didn’t love for each other, but for divinity.  I think of you splayed- my mind penetrated  maybe I would benefit from castration.  all those hands stroking my jealousy-  I still miss our ecstasy.  I wanted to fuck your soul, own your sensuality,  and my short sighted mind did it by infidelity.  you were a bird I wanted to cage  Hear you sing- I was deaf- whence my rage.  My Venus, let’s pray to bacchus  ...

  Eastersong  April 20 2025 Easter  National Cathedral DC  Alleluia! He has risen.  Still- perfect white linen.  the man-maker’s glory within- we triumph over sin.  from on high the bronze bells have rung  and spring’s splendor has sprung brightest beams, worship the weaver  He who works such wonders.  the victorious vanqueror and conscious creator  arm us with sacrificial strength  undo the deeds of death.  vast temples of stone we will raise  and sing songs to your praise  tomes of learning to know your word  for you our stained souls cured.  son in flesh: right hand of the throne who learned us our life loaned to sever serpent-Satan’s hold  of miracles, our mold.  rejoice! rejoice! The king has come  into light, darkness from.  America’s Jesus  April 20 2025 Easter  National Cathedral DC  God watches in our time of need  if emptiness- freed.  high abo...

  le déjeuner des canotiers Pierre-Augustin Renoir  4 April 2025  The Phillips collection  eyes wondering on the green flat the woman fixes her straw hat. but le canotier stares to the river juteux  <<le déjeuner est délicieux !>>  there’s a full bottle of wine-  les verres sont remplis  et pourtant ils s’ennuient  le plaisir de s’en ficher- et les mines !  the man’s skin is a touched too flushed  he leans over the coquette, blushed  Et l’insouciance est tellement puissante  on crève d’en imiter, jamais frustrante  initiation is the highest form of flattery  to recreation there is mastery  l’art de bien vivre n’a pas de prix  sauf la consommation du chair, du vin, et du pain de mie.  la joie nous isole  and you can’t intoxicate the soul.  Mother and child  By Alfonso Ossorio, Phillips collection  4 April 2025  the first oppression is being born religion: not to ...