red buddha
Mao attaining...
(to buddhahood)
Mao you Chairman Buddha now
fat cat china cool
Tao, your zen red book
Great leap forward
bone to throw the masses off…
seeking you in bullett...
Naked
Naked Pocahontas
cartwheels between
sheaves
of meadow grass
and half truth
history
Little wanton
Matoaka
Turns twelve
Within the rough-cut
walls of sixteen eight
Tobacco men
of Jamestown
elbow through
blue smoke
pulling on
their blackened pipes
grin dirty white
to see...
Transit of Venus
In smoked glass
on a broken hill
above Matavie Bay
we watched that shade
that silhouette
slide by
the crooked mill
the wind
that tossed our clothes
outside the
graveyard gate
A veteran of what
you...
Faith
In the dark
heart of Rome
a saint burns brightly
by the fire
Diocletian thought he knew
what to do
with Christian dogs.
He was a humble man
with good intentions
not knowing
they...
darkness
that evening you left me on the corner
moths drank every street light
a swarm of locust devoured the moon.
***
NEIL BROSNAN: darkness
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...
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...
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...
the dream
last night, Rimbaud
as the dream dogs howled
you tripped on my creased pillow
broke in a hundred poems
across the floor
cobalt hued…
ocher, turquoise, vermillion glass
glowing under moonlight’s...
the laughing men
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...
Confederate X
piss stains on the wizard sheet
pulled from last night’s bed
southern clown
klansman gown
fearful eyes beneath a cutout pillowcase
boo inside a bigot’s head
black Bible talk behind...
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...
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...
promise
swirling banner
wind whipped
color coded
a field of stars
a row of stripes
remembering when
freedom
found a country
to plant its perfect flag upon
made a promise
we pledge with our hearts
to...
