The Man on Foam Forms Place
beyond the metallic rainbow
at the mouth of the river that bleeds brown
high upon the rocking mountain
a mirror faded and cracked
smiles before me
his cracks broadening:
give your poems
not yourself
Apples To Apples*
There is an apple in his hand,
a juicy apple, red delicious, and crisp.
Every time she reaches for his hand,
she feels the skin of an apple
firm, ripe, and inviting.
He always offers her the apple
and she always accepts it, and then
she reaches for his hand,
and he has another apple
and she reaches for his hand
and finds another apple.
How do I hold your hand? she asks.
I do not know, he answers.
An apple on his tongue, an apple
on his head, an apple in his hand.
*this poem is a collaboration between Korey J. Brownstein & Michael H. Brownstein
Gravitational Waves
The Einsteinian universe stands planar
Two-Dee waves lap the shores of planets
Suns depress spacetime continuum
Glass floors display a galactic condo
The man who failed at love
Was he right?
A new theory presents itself
Three-Dee waves radiate from heavenly bodies
The cosmos dilates with flexibility
Dark matter interweaves space with phantom fabric
And if a tear should emerge
Will the universe shatter?
Finally
The world as my audience
Watches as I make my approach
What was meant to be before
Is what is now
I have met what has been missing
For so long
The last of the stable minded
The last of the brilliant ones
I crawl into the Firmament
“Finally! Finally! Finally!”
Modern Community
A kingdom of Uggs and Birkenstocks
The DCs march in pairs
High school runs in their blood
Wannabes embrace a phantom culture
She is now his shadow
Wording fits according to modernism
They are what they are not