THREE POEMS by Adam Moorad     exit visit the concentration of mass energy             you get             in a pop                         concert channeled in some magical                                      way           is really   a black              over                   hole opened       somebody’s       head             nova express        my idea     is           stab                 a short                            in     the dark if you can          across                room                  walk                            and carve images there                   silence   a desirable                      is                   state             polaroid #2 pictures explode                         in the brain                               like sky rockets smells tastes sounds              standing there              shake the body                                        close the                                        shutter               the boy               is still                         smiling