Michael Brandonisio – 3 poems


Landscape Abstracted II

                                                                            baked CLAY hills
smudged breasts                                        heave HEAVE
        PERmutation                       sky
                                                       upon itSELF

one needs light folded in/out at random angles
        clothes stand exposed as elements of chance
                 shadows are clouds
                 clouds are colors redistributed

                                        SUBMARINES interlace verdant. like GIANT ANTS
here aLAKE           here a DETOUR
  make yourSELF useful         strum a MADRIGAL

as far as the EYE can see
                                                          while the other EYE looks the other way
keeps          HERself           busy           dotting           i’s  iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

a hymn       a psalm       a drunkard’s roundelay
     ( pause   )         (   pause             )             (    pause                              )
                                          crepuscular hydrangea
cannot distinguish day from night

                                 two blades of grass cannot be torn asunder
                                            even when opposite kimonos are worn

                                                               iron horse travels east and west in chorus
                                                               passengers carry forged passports thrilled

port of call,            terminal
                                             next stop China

ever a respite CHIMERA              breathing fresh air  –  ahhhhhh
                                      a Shangri  –  ahhhhhh

                       faceless minion redoubling effort forges ahead
                               $$$$ pulled up by roots buried deep

here a lovesick FRAGRANCE     here a stranded LYRIC
               has found you/her out of sorts
               burbling as it just so happens


A Horse of a Different Color

You know you know a   rose   as written with four letters   r-o-s-e   variations thereof grouped together as the word   rose   in forming a sign that indicates the   rose   as defined by the English language, variations thereof – as every language has its   rose   translatable into every other language world past present. Unless in other parts past present the inhabitants never met a   rose   they never saw for those inhabitants simply wherever they live or lived then or may have not a   rose   a   rose   of known or unknown origin is not a   rose   is not a   rose   at all. Unless those same inhabitants of which I speak happen or may have happened to have   rose s  for eyes in which case   rose s   for them would be eyes not   rose s. Rose s   that are eyes in varying colors as pink orange white   rose s   (etc) are understood by other inhabitants who comprehend   rose s   as   rose s   are comprehended in whatever color stock preferred.

I take now into consideration the early   rose   early humankind before sapiens of similar kind skilled enough regarding the   rose   communication through various technologies, variations thereof. I would think the   rose   for those early humans did not exist perhaps even if it did. I now continue taking into account the future   rose. In case then as then in that case for no one can say in any case how the future   rose   will blossom slash develop a   rose   might then be spoken then be written, variations thereof — a   horse   is a   horse   is a   horse   is a   well you should get it by now a  horse, variations thereof. I hope that I have made myself clear on this   rose   business. Perhaps clear enough for you to perceive (or at the least see) once and for all its nature from a different view. I have been succinct as I can under circumstances not altogether different from our previous correspondence, re: the broken dishes you sent along with those delizioso  rose   petals.


There There

You must be mistaken. I went there. I hazard to say that there was something there. You must go back dear and see it for yourself there. There was something there. I am convinced there was a there there. You must have been in some other place other than there when you were there you who were there but there was no there there. I was there. It was there. It was there where there was a there. I am certain. I saw water. I saw land. I came upon it and laid there. Wonderful over there where there I laid. I felt sounds lifting me off the ground. I swear my dear to there I was. It is most likely there there still. We must go there dear together. You and I withAlicecertainly. All three together we will go there there where there is. Soon soon before flowers fade that were fading before I sent you both not there fading before flowers do fade and did.



Michael Brandonisio‘s written and visual works have appeared in various online literary venues, most recently in Otoliths, Danse Macabre and The Planet Formerly Known as Earth.


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