Dark Brain of Night

Adam Lawrence

after Charles Simic

 

This song is a perforated line in your head, a distant chainsaw or electrified fence. You perform a one-man, one-fly vaudeville act (or a scene from Breaking Bad). Somehow bring all limbs into contact with every piece of furniture in the room. Toe obliterated on the solid oak foot of a dresser. Knee lacerated after barking a file cabinet. Groin barely escaping religious conversion in its intimate brush with a pair of scissors hanging on the corner of the desk. But the (aptly named) fly is being itself, is everywhere you are not, is the dark brain of night. And before that—the furniture coexisted peacefully with the fly.

 

 

 

 

Adam Lawrence’s poetry has recently appeared in SurVision Magazine, Shot Glass Journal, and FreeFall Magazine. In his spare time, Adam dabbles in small press projects. He works as a freelance editor and writer in Florenceville-Bristol, NB, the “French Fry Capital of the World.”