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...

darkness

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

Neil Brosnan

Born on Long Island, N.Y. went to a couple of different colleges; hitch-hiked around Europe got thrown out of Ireland; worked in a mental...

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...

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

 blossom in eight haiku

1 beneath cloud streaked moon snow white fallen blossoms tremble about our feet      2 I pass to you a slip of folded paper small origami bird      3 seventeen facet...

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...
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