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456 · Aug 2018
Dirty Sheets
Brandon Conway Aug 2018
A supine woman
On top of my sheets, let’s make
Those ankles touch ears
451 · Aug 2018
Respect the Classics
Brandon Conway Aug 2018
Sometimes you just have to go for baroque in this acapella life.
450 · Jun 2018
A Cure
Brandon Conway Jun 2018
As I mope around the swamps of my brain
I think of nature’s beautiful scenery
Stuck in a world where currency reigns
Littered with mankind's rapacious factitious imagery

Sat in a cube, walls off-white
Ceiling tiles, **** stained
Trapped in ennui's plight
Blue light keeping a soul maimed

But there's a cure
Just beyond these walls
5pm, till then I endure
Then I can answer Edens call
Stuck in the frozen depths of hell of off-white walls filled with a cubical garden. Not the garden I want to grow.
448 · Jun 2018
Hodgepodge
Brandon Conway Jun 2018
Even lousy writing is terrific practice
Or so they say
I have been practicing
Painting ink on a page

All I can produce
Is sketchy scribble
Illegible and unintelligible
Words that I let dribble

Leaving the canvas blotched and stained
Maybe some will appreciate my thoughts
It is my medicine
From going insane.
448 · Feb 2019
Frost's Arrow
Brandon Conway Feb 2019
Reflect upon the history that's left behind
swim in the ocean of predictions and expectations
gliding along with the arrow of time
orbiting moments of quick sensations
as we dance round in a ring and suppose
but the Secret sits in the middle and knows.
444 · Jul 2018
Don't Forget How to Play
Brandon Conway Jul 2018
I can spend all day
zigzagging through the trees
dodging roots and stomping clay
Sun's hug so nourishing  
this is how I play

Do not forget how to play
or else you will regret every day
doing the same **** for little pay
trapped while you become gray
amorphous blobs that weigh
friendships left to decay
souls that fade away
what can I say
invite those castaways
to join you while you play

While we spend all day
zigzagging through the trees
dodging roots and stomping clay
Sun's hug so nourishing  
This is how we play
Thank you for joining
444 · Jun 2018
Nessus
Brandon Conway Jun 2018
No moon showing her lustrous wonder
No stars set ablaze
Only clouds sounding of thunder
Plunging rain greeting my gaze

Drops tasting of flame and damnation
Through a gap a gossamer star palpitates
Lonely and lost in its constellation
Only dolorous moans encapsulate
  
Gasping at fetid air
Face gurgling above scalding blood
Phlegethon, river of despair
My flesh becomes the mud

A figure appears over the precipice
A living body one that is whole
A lost man seems not necessitous
None that can help this tortured soul

A half horse is with he
Bow strung aimed at me
Risen higher than I should be
Arrow loosen my flesh stings

Awaken in sweat, four walls surrounding
A guilty conscience stewed this dream
Enclosed in darkness, alone, wailing
Recurring... haunting... blaspheme...
444 · Jun 2018
Collimate
Brandon Conway Jun 2018
A relationship
          Is a lot like
       Collimating binoculars
             It’s time consuming
           It’s difficult
It’s about aligning
                      But in the end
       Often is left even more
Blurred.
I dropped my binoculars last night doing some backyard gazing. It has been knocked out of tune, to fix it is to adjust the objectives to the prism with the eyepiece so that the light beams are parallel. Confusing stuff. I tried and now the view is even worse.
443 · Jun 2018
Kudzu
Brandon Conway Jun 2018
The garden would not take root
Hardly a **** could flourish
No matter how much water absorbed
This muddy field left malnourished

Something was amiss in this mucky space
Ennui entwined climbing up the spine
Hippocampus left asphyxiated
The kudzu of the mind

Nothing but an entanglement of
Thought and emotion
Strangling the heart
In this confusing ocean
429 · Aug 2018
So Much Water
Brandon Conway Aug 2018
Our house is flooded
stop crying, its not helping
only adding more
427 · Aug 2018
Making Frued Proud
Brandon Conway Aug 2018
I called someone a
*******
did they know
that they had an
Oedipus complex?
I make Frued proud
on a daily basis.
423 · Aug 2018
Tourist Trap
Brandon Conway Aug 2018
Everyone needs a vacation away from home
so I trekked out to the crumbling temple
of your soft skin and fragile bones
welcomed with the promise of being gentle
a beautiful landscape for me to roam

Checked into your vacant room
visited the museum of your hall
dined on wine and roasted shrooms
danced the town in a hazed pub crawl
slept in the arms of your perfume

Days swift by into weeks
weeks begin to breeze
You grab me by the cheeks
and tell me that you love me

Babe, I am just a tourist
Its time for me to go home.
422 · Jun 2018
East with the Day
Brandon Conway Jun 2018

1.
Magpies sang of an avian astray
Silence soared over the African horizon
Last seen heading Serengeti's way
Off your perch daughter of Poseidon

Pegasus tame ascended heavens sky
Looking for smoke risen or a glisten
Over the Serengeti and Masai
Waning nights turned to
                                        waxing fright lead to
                                                                ­              prayers of frisson


2.
Emergency at Victoria Lake
Three hundred and fifty mile detour
A miner in need, a friend forsake
Beryl, an angel with the cure

Her wings not heroic nor romantic
Just a job at an uncomfortable hour
Lacking of sleep and a dose of frantic
Set sail in the moon, Africa's flower

3.
A life saved and a tank fully nourished
Took on the life of a bird and set course
Peered out and lo and behold
A gleam
a glimmer
a glint
a glisten
a welcomed gift
a green palm among a snow so white
There she lies
Woody's delight
"All Metal"
420 · Sep 2018
It's Been a Year
Brandon Conway Sep 2018

The morning peaks through your pristine blinds
                                         already up, dressed and ready
The morning trespasses on my dusty mind
                              snooze, turn away and rest unsteady

Lunch break, out with your friends (and him)
                                      stories you tell, is he listening? (he is)
lunch break, alone still and again
                                      .....................­..........reminiscing

Night has blanketed you with Argus' eyes
                            cuddled close, watching and kissing
night has blacked out with my stammering cries
                            in bed, alone, shivering and missing
420 · Aug 2018
Politics
Brandon Conway Aug 2018
Practice
Promise
Persuade
Preach
Plenipotentiary
Pawns
"Pray"

Powerless            
Petition
Prevent
Power
Protect
Peace
Philanthropy
419 · Jun 2018
Sermons
Brandon Conway Jun 2018
The preacher, the politician both the same
Nothing but swindlers spewing specious sermons
Noisome talk from their mouths came
Rapacious hands, oh what vermin!

I, as if compunctious for my fault
Left feeling only surfeited  
Fulsome factitious assault
I am left as the convicted
412 · Nov 2018
No Promises
Brandon Conway Nov 2018
The cold usurped the trees
I watch their children fall
filling up the wet street
winter forestalled with a cask
                                             of alcohol

watch as the tip of his tongue
touches the roof of his mouth
whips down and spouts out
the reasons why we have
                                         this drought

but its raining now
maybe something will grow
or a sea of spit
with rolling waves
                              will overflow

I told her I would try
to rekindle with him
stuck in cabin's twilight
sewing sinews of this
                         phantom limb

how does one talk
before they think
does he hear the words
that dribble into his
                               warm drink

then ascends as steam
back into that cavernous nose
to permeate his brain
and slowly seeps into
                             tattered clothes

this "vacation" will be over
but not soon enough
a couple more days
all I have to do is
                         avoid fisticuffs

no promises.
410 · Aug 2018
Every Day a Battle
Brandon Conway Aug 2018
Every day I burn
In a shower of flame
One day I may learn
This hot water faucet game
Brandon Conway Jul 2018
My hands pull
the horizon down

charting lands unexplored
by my eyes

the horizon tossed
to the floor

the world has
never looked this

beautiful.

I have charted
many similar maps

But none of
those I wanted

to get lost
but now I

don't care if
I forever stay

wandering.

I stare into
those celestial constellations

and study the
stories they tell

worship the fire
that now ignites

the hearth within
this ramshackle skeleton

Finally
My
Flesh
Grows
And
I
Can
Feel
Love(d).
405 · Jun 2019
Ortolan
Brandon Conway Jun 2019
My sweet songbird
My sweet little Ortolan

Captured in
my hugs
Force-fed
I love yous
Drowned in
poetry

Draped in linen
to hide from

God

As I swallow
you whole

My sweet little Ortolan
My sweet songbird
403 · Jun 2018
There's a Message There
Brandon Conway Jun 2018
fulfill      painful
unify      placebo
cultivate      shiv
kind         abjure
402 · Jun 2018
ἀμφορεύς
Brandon Conway Jun 2018
if I could                     forever                  be turned to
      art                              immortalize            ­                    me in
   ceramic.                                my story                                       have it
  submerged                      at the bottom                          of the sea.
    forever                       eroding                   ­         waiting
to be discovered and studied. Forever capturing the minds
of the historians the poets the dreamers and the ones
filled with curiosity. Have my painted life chipped
away shielded by salt and grime. Leave them
questioning and wondering filling in
the missing specks of my life.
Let them display me on
a pedestal left
to inspire.
Formatting on this one breaks on a small mobile screen
402 · Jun 2018
A Seed of Greed
Brandon Conway Jun 2018
A rapacious hand that collects
Often begets
Vanity
Envy
And
Ennui
401 · Aug 2018
How Many Hearts
Brandon Conway Aug 2018
How many hearts will cause a man to fume
How many heats must be enraged with fire
How many hearts will a hungry soul consume
How many hearts actually follow their life's desire

How many hearts are frozen without a beat
How many hearts are left buried in the cold
How many hearts except total utter defeat
How many hearts never take off the blindfold

These questions we may never know
until we are the lost wandering souls
in the Styx's black meadow
while loved ones are left to condole
400 · Aug 2018
The Long Dream
Brandon Conway Aug 2018
Dreaming while dying
Is the only way to catch
Immortality
Inspired by The Long Dream by Junji Ito.
399 · Oct 2018
Priest Hole
Brandon Conway Oct 2018
My heart paces in an abandoned cage
that still holds the smell of lions ****
and human decay

They took my house from me
and He
abandoned me and the early seed

Oh how
love loses to profession

and I lost both
for something that may be
traced back to my blood
even though
I have never even been in a Synagogue
or prayed

It doesn't matter to the ones in
crisp black, green, and grey

The word I hear
from the birds tweet
animals are being imported
from Germany

This cage is not an idea home
but it has kept me safe
but now
I am truly alone
due to what they think is my faith

I must survive
for the little one inside
otherwise
this would be the end.
Brandon Conway Jul 2018
You found me broken and in a mess
You came in as if a traveling salesman
You knocked on my chest to see if it was vacant
You didn't take no for an answer
You sold a potion I desperately needed

Your compassion and love healed and rebuilt
Your hands reassemble this skeletal mess
Your eyes saw the best of what was inside
Your teeth and tongue assuaged  
Your body so titillating

Time passes
.
.
.
.
.
.
.

I no longer need the product that you were so adept at selling

Always one step ahead
In order to sell more
I had to break down

You secretly created tragedy
You shakespearean
You left me the way I was found
You came knocking again
You charlatan

A fool and his money eh?
Or is it me that is selling a product?
397 · Aug 2018
My Philosophy
Brandon Conway Aug 2018
My
philosophy
is to
fall in
love with
mythology
and soon
you will
fall for
the world
397 · Jun 2018
Malum Persicum
Brandon Conway Jun 2018
Fuzzy orb so small and sweet
      Plump succubus plucked by hand
      Orange pink and yellow treat
      To fulfill a hungers toothsome demand  
                          
Demeter's gift, O' how ripe
      Put the flesh between my teeth
      Ears delighted with phoebe's pipe
      Lounged lazily listening in edens wreath

Juice streaming down my face
       Junes comfort, worth more than gold
       Sleep coming to make its dreamy embrace
       Hammock sway, as I slowly cross the threshold
Nothing like laying in the hammock, book in hand with a sweet treat, letting mothers poets drift you off to a slumber.
395 · Jun 2018
A Morning Echo
Brandon Conway Jun 2018
The snooze button
My morning companion
Why wake early
When you can delay ennui
For just a moment longer
Ten minute dreams
That seem to last
A lifetime until
It's too late

Hurry to work
The chair you hate
Hurry to work
The screen that stares
Hurry to work
Where no one cares
Hurry to work
The sooner to despair

Surrounded by walls that blind
The morning star
Surrounded by people who
Worship cupidity
Maybe I do too
That's why I am here
394 · Nov 2018
Guillotine
Brandon Conway Nov 2018
Hunched over in this Bastille dwelling
cobbling out words stitching to a page
day after ----------------------------------                              
            day after ------------------------              
                        day after--------------
                                      day ------












The last bottle of Bordeaux Rouge shatters
and pools on the ***** floor, frantically I
bow down and touch lips to dirt and wine
**** until my sore cheeks flush with blood
stumble back to              the makers bench
carefully carve                  initials marking
days gone by and          by days gone by
at night I lay my head upon the guillotine
hoping to wake drenched in red in a basket
this self revolution will some day pass
392 · Jul 2018
Crash Test Cadaver
Brandon Conway Jul 2018
If I am
ever left
to rely
on a
diet of medication
and
tv static commercials,
unplug me
and
donate me,
being a
crash test cadaver
is at least
useful.
392 · Oct 2018
Flower Girl
Brandon Conway Oct 2018
A flower girl tried to sell me a flower
picked from my own garden
a thin starving guttersnipe dressed so dour
my seldom emphatic heart granted my pardon

I gave her a tenner for the red rose
and told her to "keep the change"
she, now the subject of my next poetic prose
about the girl who makes my heart feel strange
389 · Oct 2018
Your Last Poem
Brandon Conway Oct 2018
This is a haiku
about my last thought of you
it is just as short
388 · Feb 2019
Space Madness
Brandon Conway Feb 2019
Engines turned off as I free fall
and watch
drifting in this star's gravity
the ships
bathe in the ocean of life
and then
one continues toward the flame
a moth
heats up and dissipates
another lost to madness
So it goes
387 · Jul 2018
Dragonfly
Brandon Conway Jul 2018
Freedom:

A
  dragonfly
   perched on an antenna
     of a car.

Free to sit
Free to watch
Free to leave
Without causing a big scene.
382 · Jun 2018
Frogger
Brandon Conway Jun 2018
O' poor frog
flatten, grotesque and dried
with a bit of bone glisten white
You remind me of
Me.



I too have jumped in front of a speeding car.
381 · Jun 2018
Numbing
Brandon Conway Jun 2018
Over stimulate
My nucleus accumbens
You're my drug of choice
379 · Aug 2018
Beginning and End (10W)
378 · Jun 2018
Shakey Sleep
Brandon Conway Jun 2018
I sleep betwixt and
Between a coarse noose
and a shakey stool
376 · Jun 2018
Blixen
Brandon Conway Jun 2018
Look upon the milky sky,
     See that open patch of civil twilight
          Surrounded by silky white?

Look upon that speeding jet,  
     See that soaring metallic (wo)man
          Surrounded by freedom and a sunset?

I wish I could fly away
in the freedom of the day
to endure the horrors of the night
just to live for another flight
an escape of mundane life
a pause to everyday strife
a moment in time to forget all that's dark
a droplet of joy creates a ripple mark.
376 · Jun 2018
Sophia
Brandon Conway Jun 2018
Signed and dated that pink vacation form
Slipped under that dark locked door
Standing in the hall watching
Shouted “You know she doesn’t work here anymore?”
Searched for someone with the key
Solution found and paper retrieved
Stated “Me standing there was fated.
Should you miss with not a soul knowing
Spells trouble, it could of been ugly
Saved you I did. I tell you its fate.”
Staring me down those blue eyes glimmered
“Sophia is my name.” left your lips.
Stammered back “My guardian angel, thank you.”
“See you around.” you said disappearing through the door
Softly whispering “If it's up to fate.”

Sloshing around in my head that lovey name
****** on the memory of your features
Scribbled down these intoxicated words
Stuck on that whisper “If it's fated.”
Stimulated I have never felt at this place
Searching always for that lovely face
Stars aligned on a late office night
Smile so lustrous so euphoric
Struck my ears with a voice so fine
“Seems as if fate has us in her grasp once again.”
She did, that beautiful fate, I will never forget
Sharing our stories
Swapping our laughs
Sobbing about ennui

Springing up with newfound courage
Stuttered “Do you want to go get lunch tomorrow?”
Started a new chapter in this book
Showing up to work now a new joy
Sitting in the office chair, usually in despair
Swiveling around, thinking of your name
Syllables echoing
Sweet Sophia.
374 · Oct 2018
X____________
Brandon Conway Oct 2018
Sleeping is a contract
I keep signing
Waking is a contract
I keep breaking
I just want what
Kumbhakarna had
nidravatvam
six months isn't much
so I can sleep this
sickness away.
372 · Jun 2018
Arab Kosky, Mostly
Brandon Conway Jun 2018
Poetry lives in a person’s head but
Sometimes it is very lonely
Because in the heads of some
There is nothing to keep it company
And so poetry goes out through the pen
And the thumb clicks send
Original quote from Arab Kosky “Talk lives in a man’s head, but sometimes it is very lonely because in the heads of some men there is nothing to keep it company — and so talk goes out through the lips.”
372 · Aug 2018
A Wisher
Brandon Conway Aug 2018
There are two types of people in this world

Those who
want to live in the now and

Those who
wish to live in the past
370 · Aug 2018
I'm Not Your Pin Cushion
Brandon Conway Aug 2018
I am not Julius
Don't stab me with fallacy
And then walk away
367 · Sep 2018
Teacher
Brandon Conway Sep 2018
It’s best to wait a while
and live
than to take a chance
and die
these were the words
my mother gave
when she taught me
how to drive
She also taught me
to do what she says
and not what she does,
now I see why.
367 · Aug 2018
Haiku Joke
Brandon Conway Aug 2018
I ran three miles
for the first time, she was fast
just not fast enough
363 · Jun 2018
Narcissism
Brandon Conway Jun 2018
Mothers warmth peered over the precipice
Her halo radiating with life
Projecting her color over the lush meadow
Engulfing everything in sight
How angelic, even the flora cry
An ocean blanket of blue and white
On the hillside your scapose body resides
Weighed down by blissful dew
Tipping over to one side.

Admiring that stream lazily flowing by.
Admiring that stream, what is identified?
Admiring that stream lazily flowing by.

Perfection staring, a gaze that seized
Cornas locked eternally
A beauty never before seen
Afraid to break sight, fear of ambrosia running away
Forever you stare
Forever you stare
Forever you stare
Never to look away
Left starving
Left withering
Left to decay
Left as an echo
Never to chase
Left as an echo
Never to embrace
Left as an echo
Your coupe de grace
363 · Jun 2018
Never Forget a Pen
Brandon Conway Jun 2018
Yesterday, I decided to go for a run
To do it differently
Not for health, but for fun.

To listen to Earth's animalia sounds
Quadrupeds, Tetrapods, Avifaunas
Open ears, the muses were all around.

Funny how inspiration hits
A word, a sentence, a poem
Hanging with one finger grasped to my wits.

I tried to remember, I tried so hard
String of consciousness, a slayer
Fell the finger, to an elephant graveyard.

Next time I will not foolishly forget
A pad, a pen, some sort of canvas
Lost inspiration leads to regret.
Went for a run with no pen and pad or phone, no way to record thoughts that I want to keep. Never again will I forget, at least a pen.
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