FORGOTTEN PLACES
night evading
leaving no note
is enough reason
to sing my whispers
I lose the road
drive blind
like a madman
to a forgotten place
in a rage
that finally makes sense
There is a lake
where angels
kiss earth’s skin
leave her blushing
in a certain light
of innocence
the moon
in all its longing
misplaced itself
shadowing silhouettes
swaggering between
mountain tops
pocketed by stars
a weight of light
discretely unbound
from hands of darkness
even Van Gogh
is screaming beauty
as our eyes burn
Brian Morrisey lives in Santa Cruz, surfs to fulfill the stereotype, runs through the redwoods and shows up to host a local open mike sometimes when he is not reading 1,233,417,211.05 submissions pulled from his closet or backseat of his car in an attempt to publish the poetry rag POESY. He steals wisdom from David Lerner while listening to XV in the purest hours of 5-8 a.m. each day before looking through the rain mocking Corporate America with pure unadulterated bullshit participation.
Brain,
I like this poem.
One of the best I have seen of yours.
Sounds like you “channelled” a bit of Lerner’s energy in this piece; very moving,
totally enjoyed the feeling i got immediately after reading; Thank you Brian!
love the poem. but also, the picture is f-ing hilarious. I agree with Winans, this is one of your better pieces!
brian you are everywhere my brother (if i may) i love yer infinite feist spirit presence in word and word community. miss so thuh wiredwash friday readings! i hear there’s a poesy letter for me fwded to ABQ from SF and i am now in Jacksonville IL (where i will soon get it) i hope i didn’t halve to reply emediately. maybe i’m the .05. so i find you even here. thank you for following me all these forgotten places like van gogh’s letters to his brother theosophillus.