Recline Far Down

By Jillian Adams

A collection of poetry that reflects on humanity, love, loss, nature, injustice, self, and other themes.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Trafford Publishing
• Release date: Jun 20, 2014
• ISBN: 9781490739625

Jillian Adams

Jillian Adams attends high school in North Carolina. She lives with her parents and pet dog, spending most of her time writing. Her influences are Bob Dylan, Maya Angelou, and William S. Burroughs.

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CONTENTS

1:30 a.m.

Strings on Their Fingers

Wind (properly published)

Gloom of Winter

The Mighty Fluff

Today

Paintings of Lex

So Yeah…

I Wonder, I Bloody Wonder

Bi-Sanity

Mush

Gina Mae

Dear Friend

Bronze Slumberz

Donovan the Skeleton and Larry the Turtle (part 1)

A

You Hypocritical Turd

Donovan the Skeleton and Larry the Turtle (part 2)

Unjust

Bitch

For Nelson Mandela

Bye-Bye (See you soon)

Long-Haired Boys

Folk Song (A haiku for anyone who wants to listen)

Virgin Snow

Eloquence Nowhere

Red Waterworks

Fictional town

West Winds from the Passed On

A Shirt to Mark 33 Years

Trees of Yesterday

Some Fateful Night

As You Wake Up

Virgin

Virility

More Than (part 1)

More Than (part 2)

Pissed in Salt Lake City Again: Part IV (a haiku)

Whale my Whale

An Outdated Idea

The Ballad of Hickock and Smith

White Eyes

Rebel Kid

The Poets of East Eden

Wild Man (For Lou Reed)

Bob Dylan Doesn’t Cry

Too Long a Wait, Too Short a Time

W.T.F.?

Government Playground

Ghostly Woman

Rock n’ Roll Opera

It Smells Like Florida

CHUNK

Building Your Name

My Poet Does It Good

The Quartet Practiced In the Park

Water Trunk Tear

For Draney

For Pete Seeger

Dirty Man

Try and Get

These Tears Are From Earlier

White Cliffs and Snow Mountains

Some Time Later

I Sit Alone, But Not Lonely

Mustard Pancakes (The poem not the show) 

1:30 A.M.

I still have the nightmare

Of waking up to you and your

Dry, cold face, just as

That man in the paper did.

Your death gray eyes looking

At my pale blue ones,

As if to say "I’m here,

Do you recognize me?"

My eyes are painfully focused

On your decrepit face,

Whilst yours