nightscapes

nightscapes   in deepest night long after the roads have fallen into slumber I go out and paint them awake again with the headlights on my green jalopy. *** BY NEIL...

darkness

that evening you left me on the corner moths drank every street light a swarm of locust devoured the moon. *** NEIL BROSNAN: darkness

a version of aversion

on account of all the bookworms in the library I’ve decided to read at home. *** BY NEIL BROSNAN: a version of aversion

from innocence

oh memory childhood illusion behind what synapse the aroma of smoldering autumn fire suburban side roads softly gauzed in smoky light children’s saturday voices rising from yards family raked weekend chored to the status...

dreamed tao of bees

raptured in bees that do not sting flying within their kinetic drone circumference of apian light I am nectar in each leg pouch adorned with bees that croon green ascension floating...

the fifth horseman

darkness rides itself wrapped in an empty cloak on the back of a frothing stallion mouthing phantom malice without a rider to give it voice soulless searching for someone new to...

expired meter of dreams

drenched in city dawn a tarnished dime stares heads up empty eyed stuck on a crimson clot late night bar fight spilled into the street fists then bullets screeching tires crumpled body in...

buddha of illusion

I have given in to its acute resolve no longer question the manner in which it falls lays away from light carries darkness regally unperturbed non apologetic… ever defying the sun sewn...

nouveau math

ridiculously narrow women poured into black spandex circle their own cool shadows pencil thin wandering free form over the illusion of abstract leafless branches interrupted sunlight scatters down the edge of...

conception of surrender

see how softly he whimpers now as the needle that fills him with kisses, weeps a concoction of sincerity cut with compromise tarnished silver teaspoon of grief erasing every meaning   whispering in...

the god line

line in the distance where two blues meet define their separate borders sky and sea open spline in the book of life sometimes clouds above white caps below the wind given life by...

The revolutionist

    hunted down they found him in an open field riddled with scraps of poetry half thought out verse set in awkward measure broken mouth dammed with thwarted doves fingers crushed stained with...

The crushed cup (Sen no Rikyu, 1522-1591)

after a final sip the master crushed his favorite cup bid each honored guest farewell retreated to the garden to rend from flesh undying essence   sever the shadow of the moon...

Paradise

thrumming chit-chit sprinklers hum mistaken for operatic crickets trilling lazy resort air as wrinkled splayed foot reptiles bow iguana heads like regal buddhists slowly roaming nirvana crossing thached pagodas unconscious tourists...
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