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A. B. Jackson
Adam
Adam
Adam
Adam lay miraculous,unconscious with drink.
In a dream, he named whiskies
by nose, palate, finish:
brine and limes, a delicate
peat-reek, Weetabix.
Plasticine, emulsion paint,
amyl nitrate. A warm horse.
Kippers, treacle toffee, grassy
with green grape . . .
the work was endless.
Jalapeno peppers, tobacco notes . . .
Adam rose with a rough tongue
and heartbroken.
© 2005, A. B. Jackson
Publisher: The Dark Horse magazine,
from \'Apocrypha\'
Publisher: The Dark Horse magazine,
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Adam
Adam lay miraculous,unconscious with drink.
In a dream, he named whiskies
by nose, palate, finish:
brine and limes, a delicate
peat-reek, Weetabix.
Plasticine, emulsion paint,
amyl nitrate. A warm horse.
Kippers, treacle toffee, grassy
with green grape . . .
the work was endless.
Jalapeno peppers, tobacco notes . . .
Adam rose with a rough tongue
and heartbroken.
Adam
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