Adam Levon Brown writes

Universe in Flames

Birthed from struggle;
I will remain shining until I explode

Supernovas gyrate around me
as comets who come too close

perish in my heated gaze
Infinitesimal meterorites
orbit around my magma exterior

catching on each other and breaking
apart the words that spill from my bleeding core

radiant and reviled in the day and
waiting with rabid anticipation in the night

until the next opportunity arises
to spread my wings upon the page

-- Mark Garlick

Adam Levon Brown writes

I am Poetry

I am poetry

My body, the lines that tell a story

My mind, the stanzas that fit into a puzzle

My spirit, the words, easily lifted or broken with utterance

My blood, the flow, coursing its way through my veins, always close to my heart

My sweat, the hours improving and getting everything just right

My tears, which I cry for the world as it descends deeper into darkness

My pain, relatable and felt to my deepest core

My joy, being able to share all of this with you

Adam Levon Brown writes

Courtyard Memores

I sat in the
naked courtyard,
attempting to focus
on my copy of Bukowski’s
collected works.

You passed by with
a small frown on your young,
perfect visage.

My olfactory senses
picked up the scent of lilies
emanating from you.

I battled back and forth
in my mind whether to
say hello.

I took a deep sigh, readjusted
my focus, and found my place.
In Bukowski's Work

 ["memore" is an Italian adjective meaning "mindful"]

 

Poetry is what happens when nothing else can -- Charles Bukowsky