Brandon Brown

If you’re love’s lover and look for love cold smoke the dog called bashfulness beware for your conversation is a hindrancy this poem isn’t interested I’ll bill you Why’d the mad one make madness in a thousand works that wild one make a thousand wild works of wiles? now he disrobes, now he’s so fast now he likes intoxicating substances and wants to die Since a spider spies and eats a whole deer behold what the web of Zoroastrianism will do! Since the love of nighties had positive market outlook, how will it be with “He took His servant in nighties?” Have you not seen the book of Waisa and Ramin? Have you not heard the tales of Wamiq and ‘Adra? You hike your denim so you don’t wear water do you have to pull that bridge stunt over & over? The way of love is filth and I’m drunk the storm storms—how should a storm calm? you’ll be the jewel in the ring of lovers If you’re insistent on assuming the consequence of jewelry so, say it, how does the earth hurt if we fuck? what gifts would be unreasonable? it’s not cool to beat a drum when yr. in bed, son, and put your erection in the middle of the desert Listen to the sounds of fucking and coming, under the sky, which “Orientals, perhaps owing to some optical peculiarity, see as green.” When you’re drunk take your clothes off Heaven is great, Orion is confused how the world is high and killed by love which is high and killed! When the sun comes out, where do nighties hide? When the come comes, where does the pent go? I’m done. Speak to me, soul’s soul’s soul From desire of whom from whose desire every throat was cut

Someone said you were dead it’s not that I didn’t care You were not bacterial You were not frozen water in winter You were not a hairbrush broken by hair You were a treasure of gold in the world-toilet For you appraised the world of grains And flung the earth to the earth The good wine is mixed with the bad wine, come to the wine jar’s lips and let’s unmix it Poor people only have one soul but you and I have two let’s go on vacation to Mexico or Rome Everybody returns home How should old people associate with young people? Shut up—Be like a compass. The King has erased your name from the book of speech