(this poem does this weird thing where my allergies always kick in very suddenly and my eyes get all watery and my throats a bit choked up, it’s weird….but still manly and something completely out of my hands and entirely coincidental….)
I want a piano that will not warp outdoors
when the rain demands slow dancing.
We tried to name this feeling between being born alone and being dead. We drove through every cemetery until we realized there are still birds flying the world without names.
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Derrick Brown (1918)
Derrick C. Brown - “Instead of Killing Yourself” from his newest book “Strange Light”
“A Finger, Two Dots, Then Me” makes me wanna cry for days it’s so beautiful, goddamn it’s good. Too good.
I wanna fix what the other upstanding Christian boys wrecked.
I wanna punch out all the smart, clever
and coy billboards you dated before
and stalk all the boys with secret crushes
and place their hearts on Pungee stakes and say Suck it
she’s mine.
This looks jaw dropping, heart warming, tear jerking, incredible. I wanna see it so bad. Let’s go, honey.
These three dudes are an incredible poet mafia
I always wondered why a diamond meant you loved somebody. Why not a brick? Why not a snail? Or a wombat or a cat’s brain? Why not a pair of handcuffs to show the world you’ll be linked with them forever? Why not give them a trophy full of zombie lipstick to prove you will kiss their brains out forever?
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Derrick Brown (Meatloaf)
Maybe some people need drugs, sports, whatever…but poetry really helped me figure things out.
I bought this, but haven’t watched it yet. Live poetry performances from Anis Mojgani, Buddy Wakefield, and Derrick Brown. Come watch it with me. We can drink my fireside coffee, it tastes exactly how you think train rides through European country sides feel when you rest your head against the window. I’d promise you use of my sea otter mug, but let’s not rush things.