Neil Brosnan

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...

    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...

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...

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

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...

baby left sometimes she leaves stays away… I wait I can’t stand waiting – cannot make her come back soon enough   slowly time erases sorrow slakes sleepers wake again together one on one laugh away the hours lost the shadow’s left slowly fading on...

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

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...

 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...

  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.

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...

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...

next to my house in a towering maple’s highest crook I’ve wedged an empty soup can open side angled up with a string attached to its bottom end tautly...