Adam Levon Brown
Oak Trees Are For LoveAnd then underneath
the Novocain blanket of darkness I told you that I loved you with all of my palpitating junkie heart. I wanted to caress your skin with my throbbing fingers and show you how the moon robbed you of sun-dried kisses You kissed me on my red-checkered cheek and explained that you just wanted to be friends Friends? "Okay, friends it is," I said. And my heart palpitations stopped as we sat underneath the gnarled Oak tree I dreamed of indelible initials carved upon the trunk Midnight whispered its greeting to us and we hugged I held on a little too long but not long enough Raindrops and TulipsStand out on the highway next
to your car. Stick your thumb out and offer rides Pick flowers from the community garden and offer them to pretty girls on their way to the salon Eat the spiciest chili you can and douse it with water to intensify the burn Go to an animal shelter, pet the ugliest cat you can find and name him, “Beautiful” Run outside bare-chested in the snow and scream to yourself that it’s not cold Live for the raindrops that just by divine chance, happen to land on your tongue
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Peaces of MePeace is that squeeze ball
you reach for in your pocket every time you feel anxious The free meal you receive from your best friend when you’re broke. The first leaf of Spring photocopied and plastered all over your apartment walls during Winter The first sound of guitar and soft singing in weeks while staying in a mental hospital The three pool balls pocketed during your first game The first glass of tap water after a 30 mile biking trip The moment when you’re released from police custody to find your family waiting for you, having paid bail. The synchronicity of twelve djembes pounding Peace is “Inhale the good, exhale the bad” Peace is finding your wallet after three days of hard partying “Om shanti, shanti, shanti” Love(Less)Lust,
a four letter word written in blood, with a psychotic break hidden between the lines. Lust, Jet-black Juggernaut shifting behind masks of ivory Lust, Save your pseudo-Seraphim smile for your next victim Lust, I will paint a moonless sky for every lonesome night that I went on without the light in your eyes Lust, I have found much more in this darkness than ever in your light Lust, This darkness bites - so if you tell me you want me, tell me at night. |
