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Dave Brinks
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Dave Brinks The Secret Brain all day you walk with a nap spine the world palm your forehead down and every ripple streets a metropolis like blood dark in its green bottle like earth giving birth to cauldron populations the way a giraffe leans into your dream & laughs like a gazelle flying wet headaches of fire out from the trees this is precision not process the moment when the stars themselves finally give out and all their angels & auras flicker like the end of your lost cigarette then there will be no real choice only a sudden loss of light and your secret brain The Halo Factory for Andrei Codrescu often I mistake the opening in my soul for a knife which is a curse for the insane. it usually follows after every polite sentence and unbuttons the blood on my hip. it was given to me by the barefooted goddess of dice in the space of a kiss whose smile tastes like whatever desires you most. there is no escape. being amused will haunt you forever, as am I, from having survived this wasted body, and for having loved more than I could. Proscenium Moon in memory where sleep is perfect and more terrible than air the heart has its own weather I find odd hours glowing treasures to nest sit on the levee with Paul & Beth listen to the river swim by in ships working gears consider the possibility of heaven mixed with wine from down here how no sun shapes a dazzling bright how Beth says the stars are making triangles we tilt our heads back like at the movies and watch spacejunk falling out of the sky I think of womb and my dream of giving birth to a child smeared with excrement and barely breathing and how everything beneath my skin only lives and barely lives a box of no roses stammering alphabets eyes poured out like stones 24 Dave Brinks [3.128.206.143] Project MUSE (2024-04-17 19:04 GMT) Please the Carrots for Sophia it was high summer we were secretly awake the gales of tsatsawassa were up to our ankles in leprechauns days were numbered in inchworms more corn & gruntled it was a kind of headless danger a white fairy brilliant balanced on the toes of our shoes there was nothing we could do but risk everything out from two eyes & endless paintbox dear bernadette:“the velocity of water is deceiving” you were born to it behind a tree as “hungry for one egg” blooms halo I think skunk drama bungalow lizard eating flowers old broke trees gaped blue & grazing how somewhere between sundown quick rain is just the right slope for napping tortoise moves his head from green to yellow why this fabulous house & kisses I am beginning to like the country East Nassau, NY 9.viii.2000 Another South 25 The Story Pillow spit in the shape of an ocean the pink walls were all the same they were wedding presents they had always hung there you could cure any kind of sickness with them red slits of eyes a cheerful freckled face it was that kind of warm noon behind a scatter of green an orchard of cherry & apricot grew from the hollow out of my mind Any Blue Movie for Paul Jamey dear friends: the snowflakes of armageddon are us it’s a blue movie dripping baffled & disconnected like the tomb of christ and as with any twilight blasted with milk we held it just enough to hold it until the clockwork jewels broke off then it was anyone’s trial with judas 26 Dave Brinks [3.128.206.143] Project MUSE (2024-04-17 19:04 GMT) The Tao Sequence one The Tao is a low whisper coming from a shiny button over a child’s heart The whisper has many names and no name beginning with the first letter and ending with the same letter The name is the sleep of every breath and the moon, and all light that flashes from its surface to its center Seeking no place, you find a path where the grooves are still clean Wandering with all eyes, moist floors of music swallow you whole It’s the old law & new law, where waters flow from ancient glistering night and your own Another South 27 ...