Gabi Ben Avraham
By
Adam Levon Brown
Easel of Existentialism
You suffer like it’s an art form
Your colors represent the fall
from grace
That most people work
to avoid
Your canvass dies a little
each day and yet you charge on
Like a stick of dynamite destined
for the Columbia Gorge
Psyche in Chains
Macabre fascinations
grip the synapses in
a herculean, metallic grip
Tearing at the linear
cobwebs that hold me
together results in
an enigmatic tarantula
scraping at my innards
Misshapen manifestations
emerge from malignant
Mortuaries inside my mind
Reprieve only comes
with sleep and
sleep only comes
with acceptance
Adam, Your dark is like a gentle lap of familiarity and I welcome it for the knowledge I gained through it and through the words of poets such as yourself who have no fear to share the dark; you make it acceptable. You also make it highly entertaining, being so fascinatingly hypnotic, and worthy of being adapted and showcased on stage production. Thank you.
Thank you so much, Leslie. Your comment made my day!