Subtitle Within the Mould of Cheese
within the vernacular of mud moon
a cool three light blue with lint of
orange
shadows itself in the Crater of
Mystery
deep inside the left eye of the face
of the moon
How sad it is hiding from a lack of
oxygen
a flurry of water globs of unmovable
dust
how is it numbers become colour
and colour begins to smell until
vowels speak of great silences
and consonants cross into fabric
SCREAM WRITING
I cannot run anger away from my
heart
nor can I sing the stone of war into
the shadow.
Today is not a day for comfort, but
patience--
one tree in the distance, large
leafed grass,
rocks the size of houses, Dall sheep
on narrow paths
and still the semblance to peace is
disquieting,
the rumble of conflict gaining force
from without
everywhere a rock skid of splinter
and blood,
a scar of flesh, a star held in
place by bullets.
Michael H. Brownstein’s latest volume of poetry, A Slipknot Into Somewhere Else was recently published by Cholla Needles Press (2018).
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