BY CAMERON BROWN
Published May 2011
If the painting on the wall is titled slightly to the left, it means turn around. If it is tilted slightly to the right, it means go around. A show of hands will go around of who wants which suggestion. If this ever happens, don't participate but leave to the bathroom. If you're not in there, you'll be on the podium with your skin transparent giving a lecture to people. Stare at the one person without glasses raising his hand in the corner of the room. Follow closely his under arm and see if you can spot a bipyramid. Within this part of arm something bad exists. I told the people back home I would never tell, it only should be a "village" secret. They think I am in my room building tools for the rest of the community.
the violet ultra lingo
bigger than a harp, my dad say
sorted soft scream coming
red home window i'm coming
red home bowl i'm coming
red boned bull i'm coming
i'm coming
i'm coming
smell of bowling & hammer
bread tiled with boiled ice
cupboards full of shaky orange
she nice my friend didn't tell me
only if i lost track of time
which is now slight movement
a prince and his lover
hand in hand with caps to boot
a cloud in the sky look a nother
Pastry Disc
A mobile operating room
is something I am addicted to
it's sort of like
vegetable trauma
inside a karmic Italian deli
Even if the color wheel
was being projected out
of the corner of my eye
I would
relocate for you
unhinge my penis
for Second Life
with you and me
our organs taken out
My obsessive love
for not walking human
is here again
A romantic plunge
into the greenery
will do me right
a hot sip of stone
that'll fall straight through our stomach
will do me right
onyx taint loorani
i have my showtunes catalouge on hold
we're sniffing tap water
to see if the stolen light will ever return
from the hill beside the cobbler's
where we downsized a farm
to pay for bedding
the sheets are out to dry right now
swaying over the chicken wire
our little kooster is inside peeing
trying to locate the booth in the kitchen
don't you remember
we built it for our friends
from the commune
don't you remember
when we sat on their couch
realizing we were not breathing
and certainly floating
bubble massage
linkage of limp medicine
Caesar hair polish
& ankle fur shine
chymical squash being lit tonight
flowing golden hair with glassy fluid
my little sister can't open my eyes
deth is amazing says the native armenian indian
take a bath in slow mica
upon the spirits of salt the mercury splits
star wall
stair well is in a house
its where you can't fuck
I be in the good bag
all i've ever wanted /
7 merchants hidden in your basement
live like the long ago fish
ten second portal to where
spilt brown dust encrusted floating chair
you got nothing
show your skim your black rim behind the rotating wall
I'll sleep 50 is safe but for 2 legs disconnecting their owner finding white powder on ceiling of sharon's office
drowned in shelter serum flowing blue magazines algae mid quarter free shot
its on every terrain don't sleep
in sight you'll idealize time or when you flock to long pipe full o stupid bills
can't leave the game says my friend who i found in my closet's half light
if you try to extract electric wire from the edge of your sink
you might realize it's either not actually there or your head is tilted
only thing - chrome plated digital scrolling belt hanging in your little brother's play room
blasted stars ashen breakfast
ambrosial salts sinking upward in a positive memory
go to dinner at the brand new kennel don't buy a dog but get something bigger
if you can't email my babysitter tell her 'i can't leave the house strap me in'
I can't explain it only show you the blaze the dark luster the golden hotel
I am inside of the son
he speaks to me thru taps on my door
it is in every space that I draw fruit
from the equinox bent collateral
he tells me hush or the doctor gives me shot
I say no it's unaware of my sentiment
he says it's all beginning
I say it's over & I'm living
the bread basket fills up with mary water
it sees through blossom
your daughter never saw me hiding under the couch
she just saw a vision from heaven
where two gold men lay naked
breathing on two mossy stones
whispering dream to which
I see myself underwater looking up at childhood
where my boy body stood wondering how I'll be cute
I was a box with fishing oil stuck inside it
I was asking myself
did I ever see Neptune?
I could view myself three years prior
I had a golden earring that was
smelling quite odd
it shone bright when my leg fell off
they released the toxins from my flesh
and this gem, O this golden gem came
can we see inside your mouth?
I need fluid, you and me
if I separate Cardwell's toes
we find bella gum
the king from the bronze age
says this stuff is laced
with American ash
don't let her burnt pigtails fool you
after love she leaves a portrait
under my pillow
the sun leaves grandpa wondering
where is the image?
of her and I, after bed
basically,
the blue egg is equivalent to my granite neck brace
I fashioned it after this girl I saw sinking from the street
she said father has great news
the slippery elm is in bloom
time for the spiral staircase
and the decrepit clock
what I'm realizing is that
my windows are the double
time angled toward the
moon when I sleep
and when I wake
the sun is in my face
on the floor a serious fluid
too light for eyes
an aged stained
glass window
where I see myself
and my blood parking
to light two candles
for the dreamy pope
who lives in his cell
a bee is
seen smiling
and spitting up
Hallucinoid cock tail sips
for the best boys who
show skin for baby
I need the beige rope
to string along my cow farm
when I did a yellow
haze ran up the carpet
emitting three squares
whose surface was
the table where
I ate food when
I got lost under
my staircase
spread
the farm boys put down a white canvas
and they wait
for the carrots to open their cherry
and they come
spring time has been still
the tobacco harvesters keep the 2 scythes
for the evening time
when they make love in bed
for the kid's sake
spring time is moving
the gas attendant fills up his incense stock
it is quite beautiful
the black space dots
which litter the psyche
tiled granite & green wood
it is raining
on a door of seaweed
where a small animal
uses its paws
but bug history
recalls documents by lamp
lighting the spoon
which stirs the cauldron
of my hair nails and eye
why is it in a room
that i feel the aura
of people passing
and coming
or before bed
see strands
and
lacy hands
time became whorish
short furs became linguini
the tanned boy became water
sage became a waiting room
tablecloth become yantra
sea became uncle
the walnut became light
sauce became warm
tomatoes became boiled
i don't have the wherewithal to see the man with rapper hands on the front of my bus
i don't have the ingredients to play a pickup game of basketball in my basement, locked
i don't have Lenten fabric to patch up the bottom of the old wedding cake
i don't have areas of history uncharted for you, my dear
i don't have a jungle co-op where humans play Mahjongg for alms
i don't have pockets near my elbow for a communion of jug-wine
i don't have silk for you to weave through and through
i don't have an origin theory based off sexual coffee
i don't have a shovel for you to remove my broken hair from the playpen
lemon lavender
let me tie-dye your doctor's left foot
to look like the inverted monet postcard
which you sold to the first turkish man
you ever met
let me rub vaporized silk on your temples
to make you feel like a garage
where two golden ducks sit waiting for
aquatic smoke
let me insert a text i wrote into your lower back
to make you feel like a candle
whose owner is a furnishing waiting for
solid rest
let me smoke your teeth
to help you breathe me love
i come to you at the most casual of hours
when the steps that lead to your window are
fake blue hair weaves
Transferring Calls
I'm in the company of men
waging scraps of bread
my cerebellum creamed with lead
seventies' jocks shots
such shopping must
get done for no fun
only in a few weeks
can we go hiking
around the filthily kennel
and settle on the couch
osmosis free
sleeping with running nectar
seeping down the stairs
two cups of milk
and Indian phlegm
we'll have this picnic
the one when Rick
came haunting my day dream
blending leaves & like burning
free association pamphlets
making small girl
rub temples of every man
I have druid hands
less we forget me
I'll be buried in land
farther away from
the sunglasses warehouse
I'll be in a bathing suit
my left arm severed
holding on to tele wire
connected to a glass staircase
inside the local prince's house
They'll be screening
neurologist test previews
of the applicants who
exposed their brain
for coin and life
my bags are filled with soap I made by speaking Latin
meet me
meat for me and you
we'll share the structure of things
which must be lit by candle
would we fall down, cloud by cloud?
let us bake a mute pie
and take one gelcap each
on to the backyard
we must first take measurements
I am obsessed with this step
it congeals our love
and your sub rosa
inside, now, the halos have been set in place
the bathtub is floating beside the window
and when we look out
we see ourselves ten minutes ago
digging for data
invert my thighs
to dream of pickled salad
or have my hands
find their way to your mouth
where we're in
not in time
but on a balmy ranch
overlooking rivers
and lakes
and streams
all coming from you
and me
catcher
I'm hovering in a steel staircase lined with money
a silky baseball enters a priest's pigpen
a fake leg begins to stalk my shadow
saw it from the fisherman who sold me opium
a big bronze cat starts appearing before my third ear
she whispers a string of words made from tripoline
which has been dipped in glycerol
I don't like the taste
I don't like the taste
I only enjoy the smell it comes to me at midnight
when I stuff myself inside my friend's homemade box
it's underneath his gaelic shrine
his fashion is impeccable
his clothes are delightful
nothing he wears except a skullcap
it's spoiled and reeks of honey
pour rose water on my silver spoon
don't let the metal touch flesh
distill the liquid from a limed sphere
the runny lake must be milky
I am ready for bodies in a space
I am undoing what i look like
I am figuring out how to rearrange my face
for you
my bramble to which I suck the sap
and eat every coin that falls from strip floor malls
opposite rain
slanted coves of summer bush
yellow light
a further a dog follows
to the end of a hall
drawn white shades
everyone's gone to bed
is there grass fed
to the bugs under the wood
of my floor
i am stop
i am not here
make my kooster boring up
a cup of smoke
and flowers from the bathroom
on to the bedroom
where my cat is eating cartoon
my work is downstairs
it's only me & "the Wood"
old time E.R. chest respirators
seventies time tabled electron bags
black wires connecting to nature
deranged cables stock of volts
dusted heart pumpers
& invite only spectrum goggles
taking apart these things
and reassembling old dreams
for a ghetto son in Tennessee
waiting for the "hick" speakers
and serving the country
with his digital head
can I invite you down here?
will you want to see the butterflies?
they exist in my screensaver
that I found in the old alley
the same place I found myself
and they found me
I was crying above a rug
handcrafted in a Mason's temple
when they found me
it was not because I wasn't alive
it was only because my leg was open
and they saw my inner friend
who was peeking out
scared & græy
she is in me
whispering to my nerves
and speaking silently
to my hamstring
summer glock-9
I'll be free of rain
flowers bring grids of V's
if only you could unlock my neck
enter and exit through the peephole
shack up
untie your eyes
place them in both hands
stick your arms out & watch me smile back at you
i'm all fun and games
you're a small human
i'm a mossy sailor
I introduce you to enlargement and germination
telephone me inside my wrist
I promise we'll conjure a light drizzle
and devour this feast like cubs being rotated in a glass cubicle
rot in the virgin sheet
my graffiti sphinx has wetness
the smudge is dry
my chalky glass is SUMMONING
the flies i de-spell and repent
murky cherry water
come to me in not reality
sand board = place it
check hers - impossible
the dots connecting - possible
theater stairs to V.I.P. room
latex balls
droober mask
60's hole / flat screen plasma
go inside and view body
yourself walking backwards
down the stairs
above the beach
gazebo by rocks
sun door open
ancient mom yelling
lighting diversity candles
for all the ozone children
who came good and
touched the black altar
Portugal
pass on the golden curse
navigate the erected
find the spirit
extract with the delicate touch of dew on black window
mildew, spew all over the archway
rose columns ascending the mountain
blue glaciers spread wide
dust seen growing near each cave
berries in sacks
stones soaked
white pepper
grass magi
bones tied
april 9, 2009 in building
mind is moving
there exists a diagram
hidden under the carpet
of a cat
a flame
a square
a reflection of these upon
grassy snow
find it and two birds
will greet you with most divine
smiles
I'm the feverus
except I don't wear a nightgown
when I wade in the river
ammunition nitrates ribbed
I commune with Jessica
over the titrated pond
my wet muzzle slips off
She played softball in the Necroid River
where I made my nestings
me, -12, sitting on the bleachers
slip into my New Jersey
a part of her was once in me
and got left there
I've had surgery beyond what I know
or like
is she an eye for an eye? bill?
yes yes and yes
my weepery board, O my weeper board!
what comes to me
go fetch me my lump seed over there, roy
our twelve clocks are broken
i see a ladder with a wig at the top
it's blonde
we inhale Scents from Sea
beside the melting backyard
a duck planetarium, free
don't drape the chainmail over my chest
classical hair
tie my eyes to your scalp
let pink butterflies swim
in the pot of melted sex
while i run next door to fetch eggs
Self cutting diabetic posters
feed me a china set all of it
teeming with flies
And I see the sun
it's being baked in a chrysanthemum pie
for all the locals who can't hear
if they could touch my skin
they'd remember
my cellar
and the broken data discs I made them watch
over and over
scenes filled with lace fire and sugar
don't you remember
me I don't find my memories
I place them inside a hashed egg
on my headless hair
when I'm sleeping standing up on my walls
waiting for you my love
costs a lot
the air outside my window is liquid
it is rising from the lake down the road
in it is a secret i gave to you last christmas
in the graveyard
don't you remember
when we kissed
on All Soul's Night
the secret priest
I tightens his neck
and she see me doing okay things
a dull eye in the depths
step by step
go into my attic
here's a hint
it isn't "there" anymore
