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Kenny Brown Feb 2013
You fell asleep on my chest today
With my boring words leading you by the ears.
I carry a sponge in my pocket for your tears
But lately I’ve been using it on myself more.
Words shatter when they hit the ground
And I realize that I didn’t mean them
But it’s too late because you’ve already stepped on the splinters.
First blood can’t be drawn without a close second
In quarters such as this.
A kiss is like anti-venom
But I don’t want to be the snake
For the sake of preserving our garden.
Some diseases aren’t caused by microbes;
My lobes have been whittled to an edge
Or maybe I was born with an obsidian brain
Walking this extensive prison searching for my shard.
I will use this curse to guard the hearts of Aztec infidels.
Fate is like spilling alphabet soup to see what it spells.
I cast spells with unkind words but there’s no divine intervention,
It’s me who carries out the prevention of progress.
Distracting the problem by removing her dress
Makes me feel better and worse at the same time.
A tight grip leaves little room in the palm.
Kenny Brown Dec 2012
Walking through the desert like I’m led by Moses
No exit is seen
Accompanied by an entrance too distant over my shoulder for the number of steps           ((taken)like my dignity when I nod along)
It’s clearly been foggy for a while around here
The status of not too worried is half successful in covering up the truth
We are used to purgatory
It’s practically a birthright

Wandering is an inescapable theme because it’s an inescapable reality
Crab walking on the floors of silent seas
Kenny Brown Mar 2012
These days are desperate times.
Persephone wandered too deep into the woods
And the earth has produced only miscarriages in the second trimester.
I’m full-grown curled up in the womb and it’s lost it’s warm.
I’m a child curled up in the womb and the walls are worn.

I swim at the junction of Acheron and Cocytus
Desperately trying to reach the shore,
But the currents far too strong.
Growing furious, I spot my family paying the fare
To board the ferry from Long Island to Connecticut.

I am torn asunder and the pieces dissolved
Into the cold morning air like evaporating dew.
My eyes fall upon a bright red bird, flying in a gyre,
Singing praises to it’s open wings, above a pyre.
The wood burns, carbonizing the soil to start the cycle
Kenny Brown Mar 2012
Can you feel the winds blowing?
Can you feel the moon pull the tides?
No,
No I really can’t.

I walk down a dirt path through a certain wood, alone,
Wearing courage…and folly, for the Laestryogons
Are of another land, far from here, where Pythos slithers,
But that’s of another matter, another matter completely.
Regardless, recant and reiterate [here you must leave all wariness
Behind, all trace of cowardice must be extinguished.]
Well I relinquish my stronghold over to the others.

It may be insidious to some but I must ask,
Why the stripes, why the stripes?
They did not unify all different types.
The apple is useless after it ripes.

I think I’ll sit and drink tea till the sun sets, and repeat.
And when I’m stretched out, stretched out thin
I will sit and gaze and grin,
At a passing cloud, a squirrel, a tree,
At the warbling from the aviary.
Kenny Brown Mar 2012
The departure of the swallows took place on                                
My birthday this year, winter began.
They’re beautiful birds aren’t they Chris. Grasp the hand slowly.
Oh and it’s mild weather we’re having isn’t it?
Just splendid for a chance to wander through the forest.

Every man’s got a field to plow but where will I harvest              
When my niche ran south just to sit amongst the rats
And converse through the evening about Ivan’s insecurities.
Edward, grasp me quick and sever me from society.
Sip from the spring, grab a loaf and run cause
I’ve grown reckless and thrown off my yoke.                              
This young man is naturally far ahead of time,
That’s from the nurture of his hard of hearing mother Catherine.  
Where do I rest where do I eat, the dust in my mind
Is subjected to a sweeping repeat without being collected.
A slow rise, I hate taking off the covers but this night I walked
Without them yea I was nocturnal negation of Shadrach.
And boy you’ve taken far too long to deliver the paper!
My coffee’s been hot for half an hour and cold for two.
(Tap on the window) Excuse me which way is Beersheba?          
Now I know you know so please just bare with me and listen.
Yea yea Jason get out of here I know those tricks, I’ll
Get there some day and when I do it’ll all be worth it
Don’t you dear try to break my ankles. Hey drop the razor
Little boy you can’t shave yet and November is approaching.
Nothings equal to this and everything I’ve ever know
Makes perfect sense now, the explanation is certainly
The longest. Where have I been all my life,
Were you hiding under the desk waiting for an atomic
Bomb to drop, no I was just sitting in the subway counting
Change when the little black girl came up to me and
Asked me for two dollars so I gave her four and somehow
Five turned back to nine, the paper transported, my split
Identity got sewn back together and the cosmos is on my side.

Oh extra large I know what you’re talkin about.
Out there I walked through walls let me circumvent
Iron and brick with a gaseous coronary torrent.
I’ll eat my own heart out with one gentle bite
And smash that lime against the wall at your words.
I grow tired…
I need to get out of here I need to get out of here.
Through the yellow hallways around the corner open the green door.
I want to be on the top bunk so I can see the son rise,
After all that’s me don’t you know, genetically Japanese.
Get down from there!
Like a monkey? Okay!
I am the greyhound come to eat the wolf, just let me out.
These feathers are not clipped yet you can’t do this
(As long as I know right from wrong I’ll be okay I’ll sing my song)
I’ve seen them do it on TV just follow through…
**** the wrong force broke, just gotta set this straight.
What the hell are you doing kid?
I don’t know ask him.
And then he said tighten the bolt it’s gonna fall apart.
Yea the center cannot hold.
Gophers are amazing creatures you know, it’s not easy to tunnel under ground.
But if you’re not a gopher don’t go down the hole,
You might get lost.
I took a trip up to Lake Placid last summer, my kids loved it.
I’ve been holding my breath for five days now.
What’s this muscular leprechaun doing in my way,
If I could get those keys off your belt I could probably **** you.
Try it and I’ll break your head.
That’s a good idea, maybe then the light
Will finally be turned out.
Try repelling all of the moisture from your cells
Well now I guess now I just need to wait for my pants to dry.

Opening my mouth for a female will corrupt me.
Okay stapler I hear you but this is serious now,
Almost time for Vinny to come south. I have no need
For ink anymore check the flesh tattoo it’ll spit out a seed.
Stick that tranquilizer in me, I will remain tranquil and awake,
While I stare at the wall and connect unseen signs with familiar phrases.
You’re dreaming kid, no I’m reopening the wells of my father.    
Reuben, Simeon, Levi, Judah, Dan, Naphtali, Gad, Asher,
Issachar, Zebulun, Joseph, Benjamin.
Hey have you seen this kids coat?
It’s far away but you can find me where I wrote.

Sear me sear me I see it coming anyway
Wait wait wait, I take it all back.
This one is about going insane, partially narrative, but mostly the thought process. I don't even understand all of it.
Kenny Brown Mar 2012
Leave now and never come back,
Make your way down to the grimy grotto.
See that looking glass in the corner, go ahead,
Pick it up and stare, Is it the six-winged seraphim
That you’re facing or ****** victor under the pile.
Climb the ladder, but pocket the overstepped rungs.

Trace the line backwards and unearth missing links,
Hmm the consistency is barbed disorderly.
Run, run by my side faithful friend as Prometheus
Steps on the vehicle for tomorrow. They will say,
Oh lord what happened, a ******* Samaritan.
The more recent blackness is overtaken by the
Distant marooning of this celestial being,
After swimming desperately to the island.
Once we reach land I’ll grab the pistol out of
My pocked and pull the trigger, point blank to the
Back of her head.
That shot took a year and
A half to exit the barrel.

Can you hear me down there, it’s been about three
Maternal cycles since I climbed up on this web and
The reflection of the sunlight burns my eyes.
My stomach’s got eight legs and fangs what’s yours like?
Excuse me where do you keep the ether?
I’m familiar with it’s presence being on the threads.
I walk like Easter Island shoreline in a cage.
I walk like living liquid frozen stiff on stage.
Shhh, quite down, listen close and make eye contact,
You’ll hear the speech impediment
Of a boy with a slit tongue, covered in too much skin.
Treading over clean floors after trekking through mud
Is dangerous, you might have to clean up after yourself.
And we all know how that one hates to work.

Why did you eat that when your mother told you not to?

Then callused skin grew soft and the sun began to rise,
I’ll slap you right now, look in the eyes of the wise.
Walk into the council meeting and personify it’s order,
Your ****** is so good it’ll take divine intervention
To open the canal. It’ll even shine in my throat,
Pass the billy goat and locate the proper vocal chord.
Tippin the pH scale with that step, doctor please.
Throw out half the goods and follow Basho.

Joints stretch during slumber.
I peered into my atoms, threw out the
Electrons and picked up a cow tongue at the
Local farmers market.
Kenny Brown Mar 2012
Let the rage flow
Work with flower
Every cowering minute
Brought closer to dough.

But what if these rolls get burnt?
Well no one listens in turn anyway so why would that be a surprise?

A bike locked miles away,
Kept safe from skies gray and vultures prey.
Out of sight it’s safe right?
You tell me I’m home;
Isn’t that where it should be?

Flex the calendar or rip it in half,
But demon don’t dare try impressing on my ends.
Interesting info through chartly graph, but,
That ***** worth a little less than all I feel.
Got it wrong again sir thoughts are bad meds are real.

Sharpened bars out of the sight of cars.
I’ll get licked to fly through em
Or cut both feathers off then juice to mars.

Please call me holey.

Recently relating more to the apple I drink than bite.
One got annihilated then synthed,
The other just fell from the fight.

Do I need this?
Cause it’s starting to-seam/split-ike
My blood is merely monster food feeding this
Gore machine that’s every shade but green.
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