I exist in the shadows
of an empty stomach
and broken dreams
I strive for the stars
while sitting amongst
the windswept clouds
I stare in the direction
of the soliloquy sun
while biding my time
I jump at the opportunity
to share a piece of myself
in the bleak December rains
I live for the unexpected
and the train-songs sung
by the unknown poet.
Syllables Never Suited Saints
Drenched in the solitude
Of a soliloquy
Soot-filled sarcasm
Serrates the edge.
A semblance of searing
Sardonic splendor
Separates synapses
In a whiplash of solemn Salivation
Stoic simplification
Saddens the seas
As the sailboat slacks
To a stop
Midnight Stroll
Graveyard bones
Juxtaposed
against a rotting
termite-infested two by four
The inhabitants
of Mausoleums
remain untouched
and withered
A lone stranger
walks the crypts
at midnight. hoping
to find solace in the dead
Reading black-drop
poetry at the graves in between
whistling Greensleeves
to the Crimson harvest moon
The Stranger kneels by
an open grave and imagines
themselves trapped for all eternity
under Oak and brass
What the stranger doesn't
know is that when you
look at death, death
stares back.
Adam Levon Brown is a published author, poet, amateur photographer, and cat lover. He is owner of Madness Muse Press; a micro-press that publishes dark poetry, editor of Madness Muse Magazine, and a book reviewer for Five 2 One Magazine. He has over 120 poems published in 9 different countries. He has been published in venues such as Burningword Literary Journal, Corvus Review, and Yellow Chair Review. Adam can be contacted via his website at www.AdamLevonBrown.org where he offers free poetry resources.
