Daily Archives: January 16, 2010

Nightclub

By Tony Brown

Sing them blank blues,

let ’em
freshen, spring up.
Bubble smoke along
the edges of your mouth.

Trill it.

Stink up the air fat
and lovely, bone-in
gristle and rib-sticky.

Chart uncharted,
croon siren chin up in the shallows,
trace the deep in rogue wave,
take the foolish sailor
overboard.

Step out and light up
in a parking lot
full of compensation
and small fights, laughter
of night time forgotten battles.

Back inside,
blank blue beckons again…

spitting demon,
choral angel, something beyond you.
It’s wet, sweat flinging war up here.

Go for it…
on a good night,
God sits in. All that smoke,
incense to the altar. Ticket
written, punched, cloud full of
fixing to be done. PLAY —

get us out of our way.

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By Tony Brown

I wish my arms
were donkeys
pulling carts
full of children laughing
or produce to the country market
in a land without pickup trucks.

I wish my legs
were lungfish
making do in hard times
with air or water
as needed, or that they could crust up
and wait.

Wish my cheeks
were stuffed with mussels
because my mouth was a tide pool.

Smell that, the wet musk
of inhuman kindness?
I long to smell like that —

unconscious and fun, doing
the simple thing, abundant
with no plan.

My
overworked brain screams
protest. “Don’t deny me,
you asshole!” Fuck off, brain.

I’m in love with not thinking tonight —
I fall asleep,

wishing I were a sloth,
home to algae and slow calm,
dreaming of a celery beard,
breathing over
a morel tongue.

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