Postmortem Remains: Interview with Writer and Artist Adora Lee

Postmortem Remains: Interview with Writer and Artist Adora Lee: "When did you start putting words together in the form of poetry and how would you describe your writing style?..."

Stand up Japan in a grotesque, goblinesque cabaret, far off and far away

All across the universe
 Stars splatter
My heart is the matter
Not knowing when to stop
a function, a promise, a purpose

Allegories, allegories
Piety, piety
We all fall down.
In my imagination
the universe is my vocabulary
Science is blasphemous
the conscious is astronomy

I looked into the eyes of an advertised shaman
Yellow pages, 'c' for "candy"
can pure imagination feed me?
A cached on personality
Indulging in bizarre business
such is life; and reality is scary
Who is innocent that seeks out adventure,
who is the smut that kisses off as a seerer
why pioneers go full throttle
it doesn’t take much if anything at all
if paying in sabotage is the toll
to help oneself believe
to see balance in what used to be a hole

Retracing what began
And ending it again
i live by the plur, for the plur, with the plur.
A snail like evolutionary pace
Puts practice into place
man was not meant to fly
Dimensions suspend within the holes of my eyes
Whispers withdrawing to unheard of loneliness
I play phunky fresh
spunky, hipper the hip.
A hispster straight from new hampshire
if you ask me a question
this is how ill answer
howd you get to be so sweet
my little buttercup
stay awhile
enact the oldies
hold me!

A given sense of entitlement and possession that isnt feminist.

I wake up in the mornin
set on doing nothin
dont expect too much from me
but i ask you at lease call me, mr. adora lee
I am human,
I am a mess,
you can call me a reck or a masterpiece
but i just want to be
mr adora lee.
I walk like a tragedy, talk like a tragedy
I walk like a tragedy, walk like a tragedy
I talk like a tragedy, talk like a tragedy.
Miss me, Ms. Me, Miss me.

Boo Hoo,
Hobo,
Wow Woe

She knew her left from her right
she knew how to put up a fight
she wasnt afraid to hit the bulls eye
she was known for her beauty
or, rather, famous for her insanity
she was just a girl
with a saw
and no one saw
aint no body to see

My momma put a spoon to my mouth
she taught me how to feed myself
Then I learned how to feel myself
I am nervously not nervous
with my delicate nervous system.
I am an empowered sexual being.
I am made of amazing things,
I suffer my faults,
I keep my tension in my neck
and my heart explodes shyly, recklessly, half hazardly, smartly all the time.
And my mind would rather be elsewhere
being the desensitized cool kid.

The crass challenge, the lure,
the finesse of the lore of innocence

The earth gives to me
I give myself to the world
I am Ms. Wall Flower and I miss will power.
lips lead us around from town to town
CLAP THOSE WEARY HANDS
Going to elevate & break the silence
STRETCH UP Y YOUR SPINE
The day marches on, let’s approach without mercy
A CONFIDENT BACK BONE
A decisive moment, heavy with empty 
THE SUNLIGHT ENTHRALLS HUMANS
The lingering  confront what is holding us back
WHERE ENTHUSIASIM COMES FROM

What have you met
when silence meets
My pupils dialate for an angel
I eat my own words with no favor leftover
to flavor to savor for my savior
I blow smoke up skirts
and dish out ready to serve

Heading nowhere bound
Molding the lace into a frown
Ribbons drooping down
A frown that sink into the ground
I don’t know anything
But the direction of confusion
Where have my bones gone
How do I hold on

I play hide and seek
On an  isle of longing
People don’t know what to do with me
And neither do I

The close end

Empathy
My shades
of lighter green
And of a darker blue jade
Embrace into the heart
Ying and yang...

Centered in-misaligned middles  
A birth, a bloom, a befallen petal
in yawn
the onset timelessness
in end
the dawn again
Just not done In
...to begin the surrender.
There are wars, my friends, to ponder

For backwards prayers, for innate wishing moments bygone here... 
who produce pollution, what education evolution, when peaceful solution
where planetary escapism, why seed asphyxiation   
hives are empty
how honey is disappearing. 


The childishness of zen, tolerates knavish ends
Circling naivety, accepting
Meditation on common sense

Welcome within
nervous seconds of rushed comprehension
adapt, ascend
and host unexpected changes
Polite manners help upright the scatter
laid once concealed, on a back burner 
by my strange ways.
 
This Schizophrenic tongue of me Astronomist song
cant form sentences
it sounds like
impartial indifference, enthralled bewilderment
overthought insanities, not philosophy
Young, genious does not become me
Here is the Universe
pushing and pulling
poles of magnetism interfering
The chemistry of fear and excitement fucking
there is the unknown
It is here morphing time
With revolutions beyond eyes
Priorities changing, chasing
open to interpretation, in the end intimate with that moment of place and time;
c'est la vie...the meaning cared to acquaire a mere dreamed remembered.
It takes biting a lemon to create.

Healing the pieces of the whole hole

Ask at the right time
With the right words
and  then
darling
just tend
to hope and harmony
Cause, baby
I dont know when
the perfect time is.
I have a mouthful of wrong words
So, dearest
Be a doll
and recall
I am not the fairest of them all.
In my fantasy
We begin,
to tend to hope and harmony
We end,
tending to hope and harmony.

Inward volts, inner faults.
Sit’s the frail heart
Committed to feel.

In the dirt my veins banded
there was the sound of ancestors pushing up daises
In an age of procrastination
causes and effects
reality and indigestion
Im going to harness on rockets
and teach discipline
Im going to breathe and listen
only misadventure is reliably available
Arrested and imprisoned, I didnt die on
I just sang a song
and got fined with non violent resistence

Oh my, this boy
said hi.
And in my dirty mind,
oh my!
but i was shy-
If I kissed him he might be traumatized
But I shouldnt need to convince him otherwise.
I'm bound to satisfy...

I'm not so care free
My body a timeline diagram.
The contours
the ins and outs
the ups and downs
Although healing is known to be slow,
Death’s pace, in comparison, crawls.

I was kept
I did not learn to keep
I was denying chemistry.
Basic simple,
Natural things.
You mutate eight arms just to manage time
and forage through makeshift forests
which mirror genious.

My heroes dont know who i am
I wish you luck
I wish you love
I wish you solace
I wish you sweet sleep
I wish you dandelion wine and fine burgandy
I wish you were dead
dont dissapoint me

With an out of sync patron
we're without our victory
with just bare strategy
with merely meak energy
we are feeble companions
I salute them
the words that dont want to be alone
the stories that want to be spent time with
what a vibrant moment
what an explosive experience
im left afterwards without wit
I am docile and distant
I fathom atrocities
impolitely prophetic, mystical politics
ends returning to beginnings
I lend you an impersonal narrative;
like a mirage off 'escapism'.

Work thy hands and keep thy goals

Cherry is the oak frame of her violin
A solo orchestration , she is a symphony. Conducting a flux of notes into bar codes. "Take care to be safe, you deserve it, you owe it yourself... there is a significant difference between loitering, responsibility, civility, and recklessness. This frigid world can't caress what it doesn't possess...but it promises to welcome you home."
In Brazil, Ideaz spread
Speaking innocent speech
Through Portuguese.
The day begins as a protégé
But proves it’s will
It’s protruding heart
Redeeming light to
Your shying face 
cooperation is the new nuclear strategy
I accept you
I have accepted me
I’m learning
How to bring imagination into reality
like the wind
Here I am and there I go
don’t trust in me or them
Ask questions
And be a terrortist
Manifest your destiny
Or else fate
Will carry you off
Up up and away
The beucratic role
Of being a remote control
Itself, is remote
Removed
Fairwell. I bid you to embetter
The ill of fate
I rue the lament at hand
In good company
I mend.
The same but different person

We go out of the way to get in our own way
Fairwell. I bid you to embetter
The ill of fate
I rue the lament at hand
In good company
I mend.

People Travel from society

Existence is
An inpatient pulse
only wanting appreciation
From my unknowing insubordination and speculation

We stroll
with hidden presence, open silence.
Obvious utter control,
Seen with complete non expression as our talent. 
The  common world was never enough,
it took too much

In this space of need to convince
I am prey

I am ambition friendly.
Eyes soaring backwards, taken by your good words.
The sky is your canvas, splatter upon it.
Don’t question it, don’t be so shy
to survive is to manipulate those close by
Use them tools, use your eyes.

Taught to suck it up and be quiet
If only to be barbaric…
Initiate, invoke
Provoke
Straight forward straight ahead
Straight from the heart
Intuition streaming from head to toe
Here I am and off I go
Immersing into something greater.
An eminent emergency
is greeting the difficulties
of over sensory.

As eyes reach out in a roundabout vortex junction playground dysfunctional mannerism
Full of awe, for the enthralled equation of existance
I dig into basic intuition to feel out the present options, like brail, to solve these blindening bones to pick.
One by one.
Manifest your destiny, because you are the greatest and most challenging in all that you will seek.

Theres an acknowledgement that exsists in silence
a private mantra amongst the public.
At last
In remorse, i kneel
in startiling acceptance
to what i cannot heal
In the fray of this arcade game
Pill uppers; tongue receives show stoppers
Tether up make shift balance
I don’t speak the language
Of your subtle hints
we are genuine, we are general, we are sincere, we are original.

Time suspends
Depending on the science
of wondrous slumber

Separating string beans on the plate
anger, violent green
I am what there is to hang around
And I hang
He is the trash in the dumpsters
While he litters his good luck
He has gone far, that shooting star
She is the smoke that she inhales
She is invisiblee as she steals-
Our breath away

Small panthers running,
Up and down
lost and found again
Lyle and lee
roam to and fro to be comfortable
Neither here nor there
From now, for now
Where do you grow?

Going 2 harnesses  rockets of discipline
Mubbel mubbel mubbel
Im a gubbel in a puddel
I can be anything that’s anytings
Cause that’s my way

Call me bohemi
With a lower case b
To emphasize subtlety
I met the world, clashing with its persistent dread 
A mosh of hate, to pit me in
Innermost ambitions collide with the vegans, prostitution, and infallible powers
I was drawn to the dearest, unfaltering Adora.
And found a home to enter...
have the decency to be there
Use me like a stepping stone, but i am not a skipping stone.
I was pleased to take advantage
got my confidence from freshly aborted teen age girls.
Stole my sex appeal
from pin up burlesque stars
Thought the dealers were philosophers.
I won’t deny I’m so bitter, that you can blame me for your failed life,
That I won’t even make the mistake of mentioning I don’t hate you twice.
Organic and unique
No clues, all expectations
We hurry fate, the nothing that’s coming
Punks cope as misanthropes
i'd tattoo the soluntion on me if i knew
how to save myself
from ruining this world
looking for answers
and marketing god as a game

Today is now toamrrow,
I am still unnoticeable,
I am still right here

Young
unsolved
adolescents
creep through this time warp of gender bending and dancing
while we whistle tons of tones of toons to the birds
All past maps were wrong
sent to bed, punished to live
life without bread
our rags will beat their riches

our strongest frustrations will fix our wrong fixations
Full of win, lessons lessen children
The twirl of lips is something so precious
Restrained in deep exhaustion
Kidnapped my youth by sleep
The sheets feed the tiredness that eats at me
Boredom robs me
when I dream I’m flying east
if I lose confidence I fall to land
People live
to not dare

inherit the footsteps of sheep
we read, feed, and hope to free them
their meals are them

If you have the wits to quit
then you'd wish i'd give in too
i get to kiss the obtuse
When corrupted little girls like me disrespect all authority and run wild with gas masks on the street
Helping Beggars and others to start to breathe
my shotgun can meet
and greet the tv
i dont quite have the wit to quit
as you can quickly witness

The U.S. has cracks for people to fall down, that depressing loss holds no shackle over the families who have nothing to gain or loose. Lucky bastards

You will never find content people, because they travel.
clearly in denial and must escape the local landscape
neither professional or pretty. I am a billboard of mockery
while your aloof in back alleys without allies
no survivors, no suprise, no pity
the doldrums are no fun
Music is Amsterdam, Holland tolerates it
Pink goggles and disposable clothes, I am a model under my veil.
Women and men don't smell like flowers and taste like lollypops, but I get daily reminders of how merely beautiful insignificance is
adored from afar
disease riddled boxes with rare infections

I see our souls traveling a case of stairs.
Don’t get me wrong, no one has to… stay there.
Jumping off the railing just may be better then being forced to be dragged to the bottom,
But the choice soon becomes choice less and its something we’ll all share.
I’m not living in the moment, because I haven’t built myself that way.
You push me down, you push me down, I’d rather live for some other day.
My mind doesn’t rest, but it rests at the next step.
I yearn to take the next step of my next step.
None of it has happened yet, but I’m there;
And I’m looking down at myself with a persist stare.
My friend travels one of those spiraling stair cases that brings him to high and low places,
He sees his own downfall, but he’d rather be reckless then push himself against a wall.
I see our souls traveling a case of stairs.
Don’t get me wrong, no one has to… stay there.
Jumping off the railing just may be better then being forced to be dragged to the bottom,
But the choice soon becomes choice less and its something we’ll all share.
My best friend lives for the moment (I envy her)
She hasn’t moved from her stair, and she doesn’t even give a fucking care!
She doesn’t know where it goes, she doesn’t want to know,
She doesn’t know where it goes, she doesn’t want to know,
She must be happy there, but she only thinks that’s as far as she can go.
Some figured I was a drifter,
A drug dealer,
A shape shifter.
Cat calls cracked, assumed me as a tramp.
They consumed me in a trap,
I was homeless.

Billy sang with heated lungs constricted
his yellow stained teeth and lip liner marked up jowls,
perfectly so
 leather gloved arm upon one red fishnet covered hip
sneered
headed off, tiptoing in six inches of stiletto heals
quickly leaving punch drunk crowd, he saw an old aging man,... utterly alone accept for the wrinkles that always accompanied him and his schizophrenic tendencies.
Pefect companions in crime?
He reached for the razor, and with his feminine touch pressed a kiss up his arm... fatally passionate
he staggered forward
Freshly fucked beautiful
And tried to strike a fiinal pose.
A mass vareity of exotic behavior in the pyre