Thursday, April 11, 2019

Lucifer's Sheartail Hen

Lucifer's Sheartail Hen

Seven short years, drafting
His wind storm one after
The other, cliches frozen
Not a he but a him-them
Yearning, yearning, burning
Bees swarm, buzzing
With lockjaw sin-drone 

Hip-hop-hippy
Hip-hip-stop
Hipster hang-over, dryyyyyyyyyy
Mud in your eye, heaving
Hip-hip-hippy
Hop-hiccup
Hipster heart-ache, tryyyyyyyyyy
Clouds in the sky, bleeding

Ten years later, salivating
Over Andrew Bird wannabees
Tweeting geek chic buzz words, spinning
Rhymes, but it’s her turn, turn, turn,
Turn the tables- DJ
Her mind onto paper plane songs
Bye. Hi, Miss America whyyyyyyyyyy... not?

Hip-hop-hippy
Hip-hip-stop
Hipster hang-over, dryyyyyyyyyy
Mud in your eye, heaving
Hip-hip-hippy
Hop-hiccup
Hipster heart-ache, tryyyyyyyyyy
Clouds in the sky, bleeding

A wood is a wood is a wood
No matter the attitude of the latitude
And would you have it any other way?
Your inability to lie is a liability, so they say
But narcissistic melodies follow
Codependent harmonies and
How well do you see in the dark?

Hip-hop-hippy
Hip-hip-stop
Hipster hang-over, dryyyyyyyyyy
Mud in your eye, heaving
Hip-hip-hippy
Hop-hiccup
Hipster heart-ache, tryyyyyyyyyy
Clouds in the sky, bleeding

Hummingbird wings beating to
The rhythm of infinity...
Torpor, torpor when the nights grow cold.
Tuck in that purple gorget,
Your white shines bright
But not like moonshine reflections
Off Mexican sand dunes.

© Copyright 2019, Joanna Brown

Monday, August 4, 2014

Hatching Black Widows

White tips on waves, like finger-
Nails on sirens, howling "Hola,
Ven a las Olas!" Hallow's cat afternoon
Stretch in sand, can you not see dove-
Shaped cumulus drifting before you,
Blackest of black? He dies that day and

Cuts out a heartless-shaped sold
Sign when she runs off with the sky,
Blood-red. No renting these vapid,
Marrowless bones of desperate
Distraction, starving until death
Do you part.. never hers... never

Her equal. No Apologies, merely
Neurotic Nirvana in iconic, empty
Orgasm after lotus orgasm, over-
Flowing the chalices, laced with
Oxytocin bonded to molecules of
Lead. Darling carrion crow, lost at sea-

Gray eyes, heavy with glasses,
Leaden in lies. But no one drinks the
Grape cool-aid now, except the
Dunce darling, drunk on his altar of
Melded nails, sneering vainly at his
Parishioners seething, for violet lenses

Filter violent lovers littered
Vengeful, ruby, hour glasses
On her backs... scarlet grains
Sifting through the veil. She crouches,
Blindfolded and patient,
Sure of the weight of her scales.

© Copyright 2014, Joanna Brown 

Wednesday, May 28, 2014

First Love

Doves' coup in the quake of bubbling froth

From your lips blooms padma flower nests,

Fresh with speckled, eaglet promises that coo,

"No amount of twitchers prepared me for

This embrace, this joyous scrutiny,

You birder, you."
 
And hummingbird wings beat to the rhythm of infinity.

Tomorrow is your birday grackle, four and twenty,
My one and only, once upon a time...
Keep leaving my fletching tracks in the sand
A trail for you to follow the ocean
Only mocks Gretal's attempt to keep him near
Licking the sugar back in place.

And gingerbread was never as decadent as you inside the pie.

© Copyright 2014, Joanna Brown

Wednesday, March 5, 2014

Bobbles and Blurbs

Been writing a ton of personal stuff lately... not sharing on a blog until I die and my children find it and want to embarrass me from the grave ;) But something is building creatively, as it does.


Flattened, scratching boundaries of glass
Disks, merry-go-round zoopraxiscope.
Frozen, optical illusion dizzy-
Eureka and enforced… pulsing ballerina in the corner.

But no! Jump into his kinetoscope and full-on
Mesmerized by the realness of his reality— oh-oh-oooooo-
Blurred intensity, color infatuation-
Never forget a face, not even a man
She served an ice cream cone once.
Bleach, lingering on fingertips, flips the switch,
And they are 22, mopping floors, flirting under
Fluorescent lights flickering ever so
Slightly suggestive, like a slow, soft kiss on
The cheek from a secret crush and wait...
Then... Run away.

© Copyright 2014, Joanna Brown