I Whisper Into Ashes at Night
Breathe in, Breathe out
Count to three
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
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
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
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
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
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 gully,
all that’s left is to jump in and realize
that there never was any water to catch you
all that’s left is to jump in and realize
that there never was any water to catch you
Adam Levon Brown
Adam Levon Brown is an internationally published poet and author in 14 countries. He has had his work translated in Spanish, Albanian, Arabic, and Afrikaans. Boasting over 300 published pieces, you can find his writing at such publications as Burningword Literary Journal, Firefly Magazine, Zany Zygote Review, Epigraph, Angel City Review, and Ariel Chart. He was long-listed in the 2016 Erbacce Prize poetry competition and received a special mention in the Pangolin Prize 2018 competition.
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