Adam Levon Brown redux

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 Bukowski]

Adam Levon Brown redux

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 redux

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 meteorites 
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