No one is Here
Draped in the ominous
blood-red moon
bereft of thoughts
and desiring a place
to call my own
I wander aimlessly
through the broken down
streets, seeing the photocopy
faces of a society with nothing
to lose
As I pass by a grime-ridden
visage bearing only two teeth,
I am greeted by a woman who
must have been thought up
by an architect
I raise my hand to say hello,
only to notice that she is wearing
a blue-tooth device
She passes by me with a glare
and continues talking to her
electronic voice on the other end
I shrug it off and continue to a bar
with a seedy feel to it
I walk inside and sit with my head
in my hands
The bartender asks if I want
a drink and I reply,
"No one is here"
The Day My Heart Skipped a Beat
Teetering on the precipice
of hazy darkness that is
memory
I sparsely remember
the time we interlocked
fingers on the bridge
at Jefferson Park
For once, my heart
was at ease and I didn't
have these blood seeking
impulses
It's not your fault
that things faltered,
I am just tainted
beyond salvation
Go with the light
and save me the darkness;
It is where I belong.
Bio Adam Levon Brown is poet residing in Eugene, Oregon. He has been published in dozens of places including Yellow Chair Review, Burningword Literary Journal, and Peeking Cat Poetry Magazine. He offers free resources for poets on his website at www.AdamLevonBrown.org
Draped in the ominous
blood-red moon
bereft of thoughts
and desiring a place
to call my own
I wander aimlessly
through the broken down
streets, seeing the photocopy
faces of a society with nothing
to lose
As I pass by a grime-ridden
visage bearing only two teeth,
I am greeted by a woman who
must have been thought up
by an architect
I raise my hand to say hello,
only to notice that she is wearing
a blue-tooth device
She passes by me with a glare
and continues talking to her
electronic voice on the other end
I shrug it off and continue to a bar
with a seedy feel to it
I walk inside and sit with my head
in my hands
The bartender asks if I want
a drink and I reply,
"No one is here"
The Day My Heart Skipped a Beat
Teetering on the precipice
of hazy darkness that is
memory
I sparsely remember
the time we interlocked
fingers on the bridge
at Jefferson Park
For once, my heart
was at ease and I didn't
have these blood seeking
impulses
It's not your fault
that things faltered,
I am just tainted
beyond salvation
Go with the light
and save me the darkness;
It is where I belong.
Bio Adam Levon Brown is poet residing in Eugene, Oregon. He has been published in dozens of places including Yellow Chair Review, Burningword Literary Journal, and Peeking Cat Poetry Magazine. He offers free resources for poets on his website at www.AdamLevonBrown.org
