The Reprieve
You flew
in my room
I'd left
the door
cracked against
the autumn air
A wren you were
no bigger
than a latchkey
Lucky for you
it was only me
in residence
The cat was
gone
just dreaming
perhaps
of...
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...
dark lighting
a bed to sleep in silver
from which silk wings rise
your hair brushed by a sad angel
my body ripped by bloody moths
we will touch each other...
darkness
that evening you left me on the corner
moths drank every street light
a swarm of locust devoured the moon.
***
NEIL BROSNAN: darkness
trinity
koi pond fish
papaya hued
glows like burning coal
a drawn out ember
orange under blue
skinned water
swims through tree limbs
kissing robins
flying in fallen sky
floating beneath my eyes
where
for a...
The Number of Our Days
Your flesh was a glass chorus
of cruel sirens
who with every touch
chafed the ribbons of my fingers raw.
In your blue eyes
I notched with a yellow...
last rite
Sunday Christian radio
Jesus on every other station
the frequency of God
stero summoned
sermoned into farmland and suburbia
I avoid
content for now
with Lady Ga Ga
as I blow past
a...
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...
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 feign king
some twenty flights up
enhanced by the light
softly pooled on the surface
of her shameless picture window’s glow
she glides like a tropical fish behind glass
slowly dancing...
echo
sleepless night
toss and turn
remembering when
relived again
amended to no avail
up-ended
brought forth into that darkness
promising clarity
absolute darkness entreats
silence traps…
your beating heart
resurrects
over and over
refuses
end.
***
BITTER POEMS: echo
BY NEIL...
mercy
Broken man, your fists, two blue sphinx
curled atop a frayed wool blanket
guarding what wastes beneath.
And still, that ruthless countenance
remembered from childhood…
your brute face
eyeing me...
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...
Poetic Puiu. Four More.
I live
in the most beautiful
island
my brain
( exile maze )
locuiesc
în cea mai frumoasă
insulă
creierul meu
(exil în labirint)
do not go stay there
I'll come later
after dark
or I'll write
by...
