i.

O'
Timely
Apricity;

ii.

Mayest thou
Warm, and blanketeth
Me; as a neonate, as
Thou shalt gorgonize
Me, from within the space,
Ourn embracing is a cataract,
Of heavied chime-together laced.

iii.

Thine speak is comely, Concord
To mine earshot; the copse is
Surrounding, none manor
Needed, just the coney's,
With the delightful tree's,
veneering ourn cot.

iv.

Exhaling all ourn woes
And sorrow's, as if none
Tommorrow; None haste,
And none distaste, house-
Leeks groweth whilst the
Flaxen colored roses follow.

v.

O' oriental Apricity
I'm cold mine lass,
I'm freezing fast;
This winter day
Hath chilled mine
Soul, I needeth thine
Fire-place, to heateth these bones.
Though far-flung, away on stretched water's.
I'm awaiting for thee, mine queen, O' Apricity,
I'm awaiting O' queen, mine swart of the sea, thou holdeth the lock, tis I hath the key, here thou goeth amour', open it up, flyeth on through-setteth me free.



©Brandon Nagley
©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( Filipino rose)
©Lonesome poet's poetry

I am a motherless neonate
I am lapping up dew
with my forked tongue
I am sliding my plated belly
over the cool wet grass

I am entirely my own
I am scouting out rabbit dens
ambitiously
I am engulfing beauty
with my deep, long belly

I am a parentless subadult
I am basking out
under a full white moon
I am flicking out
my black-tipped tongue

I am an unashamed *******
I am unperturbed in my solitude
I am studied only in myself;

In another life, perhaps,
the sudden ruffle of leaves
to the left
would stir me
but here in my reptilian hide,
I am unflinching

I am a motherless neonate
and I blame
no one

I named you once before you were born and once after.  your room was blue for so long.  you’d kick and I’d press my thumb to your father’s wrist.  my hand is still wet from putting jesus as a baby beneath a nervous goldfish.  I know what happens to people like me.

Happy future
Tidy earth
Humanity around the world
Upcoming child is there
The eyes of our delusion
Hopeless frail
But Anu;
On the skeletal idol of cholera
A constant stream of thoughts
How to connect the religion
How to stop the baby in future
The whole empire is in capitalism
Committed to various associations
Fear of that naked newborn
Chase after
This is the edge and edge of the earth
Meeting procession UN
Walk in their way
Born with an irresistible heart
The next **** infant
I am one in the world court
Poor unbearable poet
I want to be independent in the future
And naked neonate.

Ink
blots
impossible
knots
testing the limits of
a circular drive
one hand on the wheel
the other copping a feel
of his passenger mate
dutifully nursing her neonate
foot goes down
to apply the break
fracturing fingers
is what it will take
to lessen
the voice
avoid
the slade
move
the mountain
tell me, don't floaters
eventually get flushed?

I am as young as the hillside
old as a neonate
I am the miles and trials
between our distant smiles,
We will celebrate forever
we were made to believe
the gift of today is not
tomorrow; it is now.
This treasured  gift
is not a destination;
it is a journey
in seconds,
between this one and next.
We are the breathing
monument
of one life's span
in secondhand
experiences
lived within
a blink
of the
eye.

Will not put any claim.
Neonate my poem
has gone gray.

Black days and white
nights.I will recall my
ghost and ask, O god-
do you exist anywhere?

A thread of pain, makes
a family of feet, climbing
in smoke.

Vulnerable to theft, my
thoughts divert me towards
cemetery, where I will
bury my sins.

You remained a question
for me on calender date.I
will hold on the time,
which has thrown me back.

I was not welcome at Hostel Neonate.
Thankfully, this was not a womb with a view. The proprietor, my young, ***** mother, had attempted a swan dive from the staircase of the two story Beantown walkup.  But she failed to stick the landing and I made my debut a month later.  

August 4, 1967, a cataclysmic requiem for the Haight Ashbury dream.  My birth, like that of so many others,  would come to signify the beginning of the end of the counter culture notion of making love, not war.  Free love was no longer free for girls like my mother, and it would never be free for me.  To be continued...

Will not put any claim.
Neonate my poem
has gone gray.

Black days and white
nights.I will recall my
ghost and ask, O god-
do you exist anywhere?

A thread of pain, makes
a family of feet, climbing
in smoke.

Vulnerable to theft, my
thoughts divert me towards
cemetery, where I will
bury my sins.

You remained a question
for me on calender date.I
will hold on the time,
which has thrown me back.

Tell me brother, can you see?
Yes, I can see.
And then tell me, what do you see?
I see the fire waves of a red flaming sea.

Tell me brother, do you wish?
Yes, I wish.
And then tell me, what do you wish?
I wish be blind, black dawns and gray eyes.

Tell me brother, are you afraid?
Yes, I am afraid.
And then tell me, what are you afraid of?
I'm afraid of the lady silver moon and of his pearly neonate son.

Tell me brother, do you feel?
Yes, I fiercely feel.
And then tell me, what do you feel?
I feel my black dense blood like tar and the smell of brimstone in my nostril when I kneel.

Tell me brother, do you die?
Yes, we all do it.
So then brother, Am I dying?
Yes, it is categorical, every breath is a second less, a moment left.
Brother, I tell you that die is living.

I ate chocolate ice cream like a wild savage on bail with my twin feet blistered and my brave sister in jail. Granny left me more money than you because she loved me a lot, that much is true. Mama left me big money, 300 million more than she left you, because she loved me like crazy, we both know that it's true. I saw a baby at Walmart in the baby section in a baby stroller laughing and carrying on like babies do so I tell the mother and she's like "So what?" and I'm like "I was just sayin'" and she's like "I bet you can't even have a baby!" and I'm like "Here's my cell number" and she's like "I don't wanna call you" and I'm like "That's my prison cell number. I just escaped!" After being abandoned at 4 minutes old, I was forced to lie about my age to secure gainful employment. Who wants to hire a neonate? Anyway, in the first 2 years, I spent much of my salary on diapers and diaper rash ointment. My cousin had a terrible **** on his scalp that bled a lot so I told him to ******* till the bleeding stops and he made a lot of money because people will pay a lot of money to watch that sort of thing. In high school I nearly killed the janitor when I mistakenly punched him in the throat, thinking he was a math teacher. In a bowling alley a few years ago I found a wallet that was full of money, just not enough money to open a bowling alley across the street to drive the ******* who own this bowling alley out of business. I bought pink shoes at Walmart with glitter on them only to realize when I got them home it was just dried-up *****. I threw out a bra that made my left *** numb. My brother wanted to make a sling-shot out of it but I wouldn't let him. You told me twice that I'm your girlfriend forever. I heard you and so did that guy who was staring at me when I was trying on non-***-numbing bras in Walmart. I hate Walmart more than life itself. It seems like a long time ago even though it's only been 3 minutes since I rubbed your naked body down with fresh rabbit blood and pushed you into the alligator pond. Defy whatever they told you at the zoo about throwing cake at monkeys. Nobody who works with monkeys will say anything especially if they're in tight with the head baboon. Old people can't live without 10% discounts. That's what kills them: the denial of 10%. Before I die I want 10% off: a little off each foot & 1% off the ***. My ******* are like powerful magnets, pulling 10 screws out of your kitchen cabinets. [8/30/24] Hi Heather, I'm glad your fat mom's better. I see she lost her wide-*** *** so now she can ride Disney rides without a wide-*** pass. Fred ain't dead! He's living in a garden shed with his over-fed brother Ted. Elderly voters MUST be registered, tagged and tracked! Not yet! Not yet! I've only been a babysitter for 3 hours!

I ate chocolate ice cream like a wild savage on bail with my twin feet blistered and my brave sister in jail. Granny left me more money than you because she loved me a lot, that much is true. Mama left me big money, 300 million more than she left you, because she loved me like crazy, we both know that it's true. I saw a baby at Walmart in the baby section in a baby stroller laughing and carrying on like babies do so I tell the mother and she's like "So what?" and I'm like "I was just sayin'" and she's like "I bet you can't even have a baby!" and I'm like "Here's my cell number" and she's like "I don't wanna call you" and I'm like "That's my prison cell number. I just escaped!" After being abandoned at 4 minutes old, I was forced to lie about my age to secure gainful employment. Who wants to hire a neonate? Anyway, in the first 2 years, I spent much of my salary on diapers and diaper rash ointment. My cousin had a terrible **** on his scalp that bled a lot so I told him to ******* till the bleeding stops and he made a lot of money because people will pay a lot of money to watch that sort of thing. In high school I nearly killed the janitor when I mistakenly punched him in the throat, thinking he was a math teacher. In a bowling alley a few years ago I found a wallet that was full of money, just not enough money to open a bowling alley across the street to drive the ******* who own this bowling alley out of business. I bought pink shoes at Walmart with glitter on them only to realize when I got them home it was just dried-up *****. I threw out a bra that made my left *** numb. My brother wanted to make a sling-shot out of it but I wouldn't let him. You told me twice that I'm your girlfriend forever. I heard you and so did that guy who was staring at me when I was trying on non-***-numbing bras in Walmart. I hate Walmart more than life itself. It seems like a long time ago even though it's only been 3 minutes since I rubbed your naked body down with fresh rabbit blood and pushed you into the alligator pond. Defy whatever they told you at the zoo about throwing cake at monkeys. Nobody who works with monkeys will say anything especially if they're in tight with the head baboon. Old people can't live without 10% discounts. That's what kills them: the denial of 10%. Before I die I want 10% off: a little off each foot & 1% off the ***. My ******* are like powerful magnets, pulling 10 screws out of your kitchen cabinets. [8/30/24] Hi Heather, I'm glad your fat mom's better. I see she lost her wide-*** *** so now she can ride Disney rides without a wide-*** pass. Fred ain't dead! He's living in a garden shed with his over-fed brother Ted. Elderly voters MUST be registered, tagged and tracked! Not yet! Not yet! I've only been a babysitter for 3 hours!