Neil Brosnan

  Because the moon has no place to rest she drifts in endless circles constantly shedding the memory of herself to forge through darkness brave night’s silence endure the stars.

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...

late night hooch bar boozed up jam… edgy blues cat in a grey fedora wrap around shades pointy shoes sweat soaked lime green sharkskin suit leans into emptiness harp mouth blowing raw engine steam locomotive...

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

bum feet street-beat wise sunk in banged up shoes previously dumpster swiped lean hobo soled holed haloed covered in foot funk sock stink grime   no blue suede shoes snappy tassel loafers…   gamy high-top sneakers here retro Corso’s weary worn down creased re-knotted raced in hiked trod...

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

ninety-nine names of God in a hat   choose what you need throw the rest back   take the God without image God without face distort him to service the cause you...

insatiable appetite eats everything kidneys heartbeats dreams devours without end flies under the radar of patriotic flags revolutionary anthems licks mouths dry where lipstick once gave beauty reign leaves rictus grins on exhausted faces runs fat hands...

the manual said so simple now even a housewife can do it. Fantastic, I thought. Let her.  *** BY NEIL BROSNAN: liberation

death is a lime green cadillac with two sleek fins circa 1959 lots of chrome humongous tinted windshield   glides above bumps in the road finds its way to any destination the last...

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...

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...

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...

 splattered rabbit early a.m. remnant scarlet on the double yellow line inside out pulseless in a heartbeat Goodyear revolution of whitewall rubber triple ply tread sporting a brand new snazzy zig zag pelt bunny coat back...