time and me

August 18, 2020 / mbrazfieldm / 11 Comments

time sits across from me
sticks her dried out tongue at me
i ignore time and i think about how the Sun catches in his eyes
sometimes the night dwells there too
the Moon interlaced with sparks of blue and black and only a color that God can name
time and i we have this relationship contingent upon
who falls from the table first she’s so wicked mean witch and i almost the same
then i think about him
i think about how those eyes
the Sun has caught and keeps me mesmerized taking my plans away from me
the Sun gets lost and the spider web blue topaz those are
i’m a fool
time laughs at me
she laughs at me
lady time she’s never believed that he catches the Sun in his eyes
she doesn’t want me to know that the radiant ocean of his soul is where i can go
time is a jealous harpy
dry heavy silence
unyielding and she stares
me in my eyes that don’t catch hardly anything anymore
dark
fire out
tired
sometimes we muse at the thought of how he catches
the Sun in his eyes blue so so blue
my eye
my third eye so so extinguished

blackened gold

August 4, 2020 / mbrazfieldm / 8 Comments

for R Banks ♤

lips caress
the pain from my mind
blue eyes stroke my dying soul
beneath the surface of the black night
while in the frenzy of Danzig’s song you offer me a sip of water puffing away at native tobacco plucking at Goldie’s chords your life rearranged across your chest just a foreword to the quest that brought us two together

orphan

July 28, 2020 / mbrazfieldm / 3 Comments

i often forget his smile the glint of his eyes pulling an old dog eared letter i touch his cursive delicate but unintelligible there are no particular ideas in the tight ringlets of pale black ink his mind was full of scorpions she never returned to him they both mad with ego and one uppance i progeny alone i with a heart full of wasps

to the boy from other poems

July 21, 2020 / mbrazfieldm / 11 Comments

if we never fly
if we never dream of life
in other directions
if we never tilt our hats
by Johnny’s tomb
if we never smoke Cuban cigars
and tango with Tom Waits
if we never see each other again
know that you were enough to make me happy

someone’s snapshot

July 7, 2020 / mbrazfieldm / 11 Comments

who might this stranger be

he stares into my eyes

i’m as sure as one day i will die

that i will never meet him in the flesh

there see in the stillness

Of his shot all of the grays blacks and whites

the wrinkles on his face

i imagine hold a code of his life in microcosm

just for me to read the glance it tells tales

of other places so far away that those skies are of an undiscovered blue

and his smile it fills me with mooshiness inside

because i feel the fibers of his soul

rough on the surface but softer as you deeper go

and when he touches a petal or waves or strums a cord

i too can touch wave and strum internally

is that what it means to live

sad love story

June 30, 2020 / mbrazfieldm / 12 Comments

he ran fast breath short dry throat up the hill where she had said she would love him forever when he got there and searched the air he found no mystic moon he knelt under the weight of his sorrow

birds and fig trees

June 23, 2020 / mbrazfieldm / 9 Comments

baby birds tucked in the fig tree yelling tweeting at the top of their tiny bird lungs
little beaks automatons
of nature booming from
the hard green fig tree
as i remained faceless
from the gray black trunk
of that biblical tree
i peeped itsy bitsy baby bird
feets hanging on to knots of wood these baby birds browner than brown and oranger than orange
such a concert hall cacophony of teeny tweet tweet prayers

dare me

June 16, 2020 / mbrazfieldm / 4 Comments

you were an accomplice to my light and joy torn from me
i small and a child you the siren scream shrill tearing through my skin

now i old and strong i proclaim that as long as i breathe you can’t deprive me of giving joy to others