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Poetry: Adam Levon Brown

Adam Levon Brown
Adam Levon Brown is a published author, poet, amateur photographer, and cat lover. He has had poetry published over 200 times in 11 countries.

He has been published in venues such as Burningword Literary Journal, Harbinger Asylum, The Stray Branch, Poetry Pacific, and Indiana Voice Journal.

Manic in the Afternoon

Mountains jutting from
ground space 

Pull at the axis
of my disenfranchised
body

Rushes of euphoria
envelop me in arms
of words unspoken

Synapse broken;
brain on overdrive


Lost & Found

I lost my mind again
in the neurotic
self absorption
that seems to
barrage my mind
in waves

I found it
in a bottle of aged
Jack Daniel’s

The amber
infusion of distilled fire
shot through
my system

and left an impression
of dying candles on
a cloudy winter night

Coughing cortisone
through the veil of
catastrophe

Led me to wake from
a good dream about sex
into convulsive vomiting
upon my bedroom floor

I guess that’s what I get
for thinking that I could
outrun the darkened visage
that is life


Fences

Caged within
are the hopes
and dreams of
flesh and blood

Yearning to
be at peace
in a world
that doesn’t
want to acknowledge
their existence

Sweat and tears
bursting through
the cortex that
is life

Self-sufficiency
burdened
at the top of the
hill

Where vision
is lost on gold
and compassion
is lost to greed

rip open the
fences that
keep so many
from shelter
and solace

Let their voices
and dreams be
heard


Visceral Entanglenment

Visceral, triangular
shards of jagged glass
edge along the skin

Miscreant mortality
amalgamates minnows
of Macabre

Pulling from
the reaches of
pristine complacency
and diving into
Jet black

I let blood be
blood and
course through
cathartic rhythms

This is my heart


Optical Illusion

Tainted respite
Of terrified eyes

Wiping away
The granules
Of morbid
Fascination

Preemptive
Strike on
Nerve to pale bone

Misshapen
Mortuaries
Lie mold-ridden
In the macular
Degeneration
Of molecular
Misfiring

Semblance
Of light
Permeates
The reaches Of
 the abyss

That is the
Cornucopia

Of sight

Adam Levon Brown

Adam Levon Brown
Adam Levon Brown is a published author, poet, amateur photographer, and cat lover. He has had poetry published over 200 times in 11 countries.

He has been published in venues such as Burningword Literary Journal, Harbinger Asylum, The Stray Branch, Poetry Pacific, and Indiana Voice Journal.

Publications:
Musings of a Madman (Creative Talents Unleashed, 2015)
Cadence of Cupid (Creative Talents Unleashed, 2016)
“Loco”motion of Life (Alien Buddha Press, 2017)
Embedded Memories of a Shooting Star ( Transcendent Zero Press, 2017)

Poems by Adam Levon Brown

Adam Levon Brown
Adam Levon Brown is a published author, poet, amateur photographer, and cat lover. He has had poetry published over 200 times in 11 countries.

He has been published in venues such as Burningword Literary Journal, Harbinger Asylum, The Stray Branch, Poetry Pacific, and Indiana Voice Journal.

Neptune Mitigates crisis

spires of neptunian light suffocate
atmospheric pressure in decadence of darkness

Jilted tracheotomy endorses halo scope treetop
jubilance in eves of Panoramic light kaleidoscope neuropathy

Hexed halo jumps the noose which sings
sideways for momentary lapses in hexagonal thinking

Merlot hurls the tree of might into dionysian splendor
while working to jilt highlight nullification

Diogenes sips of Fables and Dreams

Hazmat gyration supples the noon flesh in ides of wavy gray
Molotov fascination deadens the bristled eye of the naysayer

Promenades of Hellenic attributes serenade themselves
with Custer and bloom-shire fences

Portals of highlands separate flesh from flesh
and bone from bone, creating being in tides of moonlight

When dusk settles its sores, noon becomes as sharp as shadows
in directions which wreak halo-moon in four corner rhetoric

Perennial Promiscuity of sapphire Hydrangeas jump
at Helios serenity while fields plow themselves with shovels of sand

Diogenes sips hemlock with Socrates while pouring juice
for the children which no longer become corrupted