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Adam Levon Brown


Oak Trees Are For Love

​​And 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 Tulips

Stand 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 Me

Peace 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. 
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