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Adam Cline Tribute
Poems by Adam Cline except where noted
During the last week of November, 2009, Nexus received word that former Nexus editor, Adam Cline (who heralded Nexus during the 1998-1999 academic year at WSU) passed away the week before in Muncie, IN at the age of 36. While the current staff at Nexus did not know Adam, his friends and co-workers wanted to pay tribute to him at Nexus, and we were honored to dedicate some of our Winter issue to him. We came to hear a bit about him and he sounds like he was a great editor and a fantastic guy. What follows are several poems by Adam, as well as photos of Adam; finally there is a tribute poem by his close friend, Andre Hoilette. Thanks goes to all of Adam’s friends and family, who all miss Adam very much and contributed poems and photos of Adam they had—special thanks go to Michael Haeflinger for setting up this tribute for Adam.
her
one
***explodes stars***
to cause a universe->
beauty in the eyes
of everymanpulsing flowing
light thru veins->
jumping valleys
in minds(a kiss belonging to
someone else
is lost
in a dream)
lune #6
she rhombas thru
all yesterdays to the edge
of universal end
CHILL GLOW
THE SCAR OF HER
***VAGINA***
IS NEON
& LIGHTS THE WAY THROUGH
THE 7 SEAS OF UNCERTAIN
PASSAGE
THROUGH THE DEAD-GLOW
OF BREASTS
WHICH FEED HALLUCINATORY
SIN
lune #7
silver has fallen
to cover it all up
in transparent blankets
salt
rush into sand
to drip from a thigh
into a metal coffee
can(See the string
vibrate blue. . .)Witness the onslaught
of sexless
adventure
YOUR EYES
(SATELITES)
SEARCH MY EVERYTHING
FOR SYNTACTICAL
MEANING
IN REPEATED MOVEMENTSO I COULD BE
DEFINED(MAYBE)
\10-11/
PERCEPTION
1
she dove,
mind first-above all
into the pulse of a lover-screaming
“look in my general direction…
a pulsar reflects on my cheek…
please look at me!”(she begged)
She wanted to know
that she existed
(for more reason
than to cast a shadow)she felt somebody’s feelings
questioning her shadow
-she asked for
a pulsar to pulsateshe sant about
Achebe’s Things Fall Apart
that she read
29028 feet
above the mirror-like oceanshe saw her image on
a bloated Angelfish
like the supernova she watched-she reread the third
sentence of Things Fall Apart 126 times
to the pulse of a lover..2
he disappeared into her
thighs & reappeared in her
reflection & could hear her
act out a wanted orgasmhis pulse quickened as she
orbited him in a rectangle
with rounded cornersher gravity pulled him
to the whitecap where he
cradled the Angelfish
in pulsating arms…
***
he built
walls to stop them
from getting too
deep
she wanted him
to be an open field-wished knowledge
for him(he kept the walls
that surrounded the
field)
***
the shadow in
her thighs
hid everythign from
his knowledge of
womanhoodor so he thought
he felt lust
fighting for light
***
THRONE
I ROLL TO THE TOP
OF THE MOUNTAIN
OF OPPRESSIONTO THROW THE
ABLED OFF A
C
L
I
F
FI AM NOW
LORD
PROPHET
PHARAOH
(EVERY CRIPPLE A
PHARAOH)I WILL BRING THE WORLD
DOWN TO MY LEVEL-RAISE THE UNIVERSE
TO MY
MINDSET. . .
Untitled
our language falls
from deaf ears into her
with a wail
to that long ago drive to muncie
by Andre Hoilette
-for Adam Cline
a pack of american spirits gone to the floor. sliding along the ridge
of I-70’s tongue, i remember a winding river drowned my uncle when
mom was small child, its mossy boulders heavy on our minds.
we are speaking less, your mouth filled with poisonous salamanders
the delicate bones of my inner ear trampled into the mud.
afraid to address you, i look away often, even by telephone.
i am not a good student, as you illustrate humility & brevity.
death is a spectre in the room that you have grown used to and enslaved.
i ignore it & continue to love the painting your father made
of the Indian barber years ago. your skin a damp rice paper, i hoist your
heavy bones into the air, I am losing the rhythm of your dreams even
while humming.
