Joy Never Leave Adam

Leigh Stein has written one of my favorite books of poetry, Dispatch From The Future. I've read a bunch of poems from the first few sections of the books at open mics, and done some interactions with the book as a whole but never really talked about the final section which is where the book's title come from. 

The final section is a series of time traveling poems, several of which are called "Dispatch From The Future". I decided to write my own message from the future, and thought the image of trapped pronouns in the throat was amusing, and then...well, this happened.

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Contrition From The Future​
Adam Stone

Adam can feel adam's neck expanding Adam's throat
will soon be wider than adam's head

It's all trapped
pronouns and archaic adectives society has
finally started skimming from dense
soup of language

Adam's sibling calls adam
vilpend A word no adam knew even before every adam's tongue
wilted and every adam
learned how to click every adam's cheeks and
grind every adam's teeth in
grotesque charades of being
understood

What did adam do to adam's sibling?

It's not all
terrible Adams have a progeny that adams didn't call
easter though adams' progeny was born
on a tuesday night Easter styles
easter's hair obelisk
(a term that offends neither last
surviving indigenous american nor
shiver of sharks that patrol
the coastline of nevada) and dances better than
peacock spiders

Adam doesn't know if adam will
remember what happened with plasma
flavored birds who
nested in chest of warbling
ancestor Has it
happened to adam yet?

Now is birdless and spiderless and
adam forgets to grind
incisors for joy sometimes but sometimes
adam remembers adam's joy
leaving adam at altar
of adamant Adam regrets
shedding of ecstasy Adam's
casual dismissal of indulgence and adam wants to
tumult down abyss of chronology and tell adam
joy never leaves adam It is always adam
who leaves joy

Stay with joy adam even when joy is not paying
attention Stay with joy
even when joy insults adam's body Stay with joy
as joy neglects adam's lust and does sudoku
naked and flaccid Joy will live with adam as long as adam will
tolerate joy

Adam Now adam's neurons are so beehive
humming with hollow of joy Now adam
wants former adam to not hum to not wither
tongue Former adam leave
no proper noun for sake of false
honor Please kill now adam
for joy Let now's future never
so no adam ever
shall have to read contritions from now