Downtown Premiere

shuffling past the pampered penguins
flashing a pitiful crude broken sign
wasted, tattered, raw and sickened
she cries and pleads for small mercies

flashing a pitiful crude broken sign
in that sea of uncaring fat shiny faces
she cries and pleads for small mercies
they hear nothing, see little, care less

in that sea of uncaring fat shiny faces
dashing herself against their indifference
they hear nothing, see little, care less
she breaks, drowning outside their harbor

dashing herself against their indifference
wasted, tattered, raw and sickened
she breaks, drowning outside their harbor
shuffling past the pampered penguins

© 2016, Aaron Brown

Puzzle

This dusty, pretty box
Left high on a shelf
Dusted off, lid lifted
Filled with shattered pieces
Of dreams, once bright…

Who will care enough
To take them out
Sort them one by one
Put them together again
Let their beauty shine, whole?

I will. I will.
For the dreams I see
Taking shape again
Are far too beautiful
To remain broken in the dark.

One piece at a time
Each day laid to rest
A step taken in faith
Another part revealed
To be cherished anew…

©2016 Aaron Brown

Bloom

Unexpected, this encounter
Strange, this warmth of early spring
Through windows long closed, ‘gainst winter
Thrown open again, feeling the breeze
Welcome, spring’s awakening

Winter is beauty, haunting
Spring is life, returning

Listen, as flowers to rain
Revel, as birds ‘tween clouds
Live, as lovers in bloom

©2016, Aaron Brown

 

Carpe Diem

old man in an old boneyard
busy and bustling, brimming
strung out with memories
of those frivolous dead

the weight of years
lay in solemn state
atop his weary heart
heavy with pain and fear

characters strung in lines
stains of ancient tears
streamed across weathered cheeks
with flowers strewn below

memory-engraved stone
reads dearly beloved,
here lies
etc, etc.

you know what he said.
and live it all, wring it dry
before it’s gone, whispered
on turning away.

©2014, Aaron Brown

Homeward

I bled out my soul to the emptiness
Until there was nothing left in me
Empty, I found the wisdom of silence

The heart of the desert spoke to me,
Saying: let it all go.

Release your old hurts, you’ve survived them.
Unchain your memories, you’ve outgrown them.

I wept all night, listening to the stars,
And left soon after sunrise, refreshed,
Committed to movement after stillness

The highway home shone from the overnight rain.

©2014 Aaron Brown

Commute

Riding the latebound night train
alone in my car but for a shade
slouched down in a far corner

Silence ‘cept murmurs in cadence
from rails and wheels discussing
bits of Sartre’s dangerous dreams

Each lonely stop welcomed in turn
by doors flung suddenly wide as if
to startle the trash on dark platforms

In this quick sharp hiss a deep sigh
the train speaks from boredom with
hustle and bustle and hurry to wait

Tension mounts thin rising echoes
of ticks for tock on the stopwatch
culling wisdom’s last second down

Abrupt angry doors click closed
hissing disdain at worlds outside
so uncaring of schedules and time

Lurch off into darkness again
for more swift rattletrap chatter
‘tween wheels and rails and ties

Squabbling on like hens peck choice
in shadows cast by tomorrow while
time measures Siddhartha’s resolve

Be spendthrift of minutes and miles
in pressing on toward faraway stops
for I am unready to step into night.

© 2006, 2014 Aaron Brown