I Whisper Into Ashes at Night

I Whisper into Ashes at Night

 

 

 

 

 

 

Breathe in, Breathe out

Count to three

 

No matter how many things I smash,

I never find you in the pieces, hurt

as it might, your pieces are now ash

 

One, two, three

 

Pick up your downfalls and piece them together

like the pedestal your honor once held in high esteem,

using determination as glue in the garage of breath

 

One, two, three

 

Rinse the water of rumination

off of your skin-tight sanctimony

and flush the veins of your busy mind

 

One, two, three

 

Fly-ways of cars zoom sideways to avoid

heart-crashes of dooming affairs which signal

air in collapsing steering wheels to heed traffic

 

One, two, three

 

Counting helps soothe the burns inflicted

by too many scars left unnoticed but pronounced

in sharp jagged edges caressing your hair during trims

 

One, two, three

 

You’ve made it to the end of the gulley,

all that’s left is to jump in and realize that there was an entire

ocean beneath your skin, waiting to catch you

 

 

 

 

 

 

Adam Levon Brown

 

 

Adam Levon Brown is a published author, poet, amateur photographer, and cat lover. He has had poetry published around 150 times in 11 countries. He has been published in venues such as Burningword Literary Journal, Harbinger Asylum, The Stray Branch, Poetry Pacific, and Yellow Chair Review.