Dream For Me

—Anonymous Photos
—Poems by Adam Levon Brown, Eugene, OR

MORGANA

She was
dripping
heroin and
salivating
Molly

Her eyes
were a bright
indigo, containing
sepulchers in
dilated pupils

Her hair spoke
of ivory while
her ears heard
symphonies

A titacular
tease tossed
in the tiniest
of tales

She isn't
reading
this.

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Another cadaver
on the slate of
innocence

ill conceived
and ending
with a heroin
binge

The mother
and father
beg to God
for his return

No one hears
their cries.

FAILING TO…

Ripping
the guts
from the corpse
of deluded
ignorance

Hoping to
find wisdom
in the eyes
of long
dead philosophers

Failing and trying
again

Failing and trying
again

Wishing that
hopes of God
don’t dissipate
with the imminent
destruction of earth

Trying to build
courage to ask
for second, third
chances

Failing and trying
again

Failing and trying
again

Whispering
to myself at
night

Awakening
from dreams
of fright

Attempting
to fall back asleep

Failing and trying
again

Failing and trying
again

BLUE EARTH

The blue heron
Perched on the
Boulder,

Silently
Waiting for its
Prey to
Make a mistake,

And reveal
Its moist,
Fleshy body.

Beak of
Razor
At the Helm
Of my
Black
Canon EOS
400D

Waiting
Patiently
Along with
The blue
Fisherman.

Blue’s nerves
Far outweighing
My own, I take
The shot,

And stare
In wonder
At the
Giant
Of the river.

JOURNEY ON

The winter chills
to the chemical-infused
core of my being.

My destination
isn't for another
ten miles.

The marrow within
my spurred clubs of
pain screams at me
to stop.

I just keep on walking.

BEAUTY CORRUPTED

Behind
The glitz
And glitter

The spirit
Is a rope
Stretched
Beyond
Its limits

One small
Tug and
A snap
Of lightning
breaks the
Wind

A rainbow
Appears
In broken
Waves

Screaming
At the Gods
For creating
It in such
A misshapen
Form

Hearing the scream,
The rusted, holed-out
Fence screams along
With the rainbow

Spiting the universe
For letting it decay
In such a deserted
landscape

The sound of
Bustling cars
Mute the
Cries

The passerby
Is blind
To this
Small tragedy

The sun sets
And night begins

The throats
Of the fallen
Are hoarse

And remain
Silent
Until
The sun rises
Once more.
 

DEAD END

Dead silence
Breaks my fall

The darkened corners
of my misbegotten laugh

Crack the edges of
the perforation
that is my mind

The distant call
of dismal reckoning

Pushes the barrier
of right and wrong

WINTER BLUES

The chill in the air
makes a crisp heart

Makeshift days
and lonely nights

Internet becomes
the only escape

Dreams of fire
fill all of the time

Purpose to move
leaves the mind

Artificial heat
can't warm this heart

A sun in the sky
is my sole desire

DREAM FOR ME

Dream for me
Because I've been down in
the soil too long

Dream for me
Because many mirrors
of hope have been broken
by my hands

Dream for me
Because spider webs
have been woven
around my heart

Dream for me
Because Death has become
a peripheral sense
embedded into my skin

__________________

Today’s LittleNip:

SIGNS
—Adam Levon Brown

Dreams in
The wake
Of death

Become
Life
Centered
In consciousness

Exhale the darkness
Inhale the light

_________________

Our thanks to Adam Levon Brown for his fine poetry today as we start the month of June! Adam is an internationally published author, poet, and amateur photographer. He is Founder, Owner, and editor-in-chief of Madness Muse Press. He has had poetry published hundreds of times, in several languages, in publications such as Harbinger Asylum, Burningword Literary Journal, and Five 2 One Magazine, along with two full collections and three chapbooks. He also participates as an assistant editor at Caravel Literary Arts Journal. For more about Adam, go to adamlevonbrowncom.wordpress.com or www.amazon.com/Adam-Levon-Brown/e/B013O6W47S/. Welcome to the Kitchen, Adam, and don’t be a stranger!

In our area tonight, there will be a book release at Sac. Poetry Center by Kathryn and Laura Hohlwein, 6pm, as well as The Good Earth Movement Poetry Night in Placerville at 6:30pm, featuring Patricia Wentzel plus open mic. And tonight and Saturday, the fifth annual Sacramento Black Book Fair will take place, with the opening panel discussion tonight at 7pm., and Straight Out Scribes’ reading tomorrow night at 6pm. Scroll down to the blue column (under the green column at the right) for info about these and other upcoming poetry events in our area—and note that more may be added at the last minute.

Also: the Spring 2018 issue of Sac. Poetry Center’s online Poetry Now is available at poetrynowblog.wordpress.com/. Check it out!

—Medusa

 Adam Levon Brown
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