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Two Poems by Michael Brandonisio

Jacques Said

I am a mirror
         made of opium
I break myself
      into pieces
  and then I love
    myself
              with a bullet
  and a ruler
       into              more
                      p
                         ce
                              s

Love who I am
    one not like you
            ever will
                   love
  like I love
      myself in the
                gla
                       ss
         broken
                         p
                           c
                              s
       made of                 I
             glued back
         like I      said
              I would

ssssss        ssszzz        zzzssszzz

it's been a pleasure
                                    all mine
like it was back in Verdun
    like
           I
             said
                      it
                          would
                                     be




Blindfolds & Manacles

                   I sleep like a mannequin decaying incarnate
I do not sleep that well not at all
                                           Night sorrows I paid with cold money
Black mind white war grim end zero gravitas
                   Bodies where the red lights play
I lost sight of them
                   I was not thinking about them
Telepathic sensurround for Pete's sake
                   Vestal virgins yearning to sleep beside you
Cooing atonal "Build a bridge tonight"
                   Antiseptic as you like it
I do not like it like this
                   I do not like it like that
Nine months was a long time ago
                   Because I was slower than the rest
Post-partum umbilical discord
                   The blue sound of the sea ship\wrecked


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Poet/Visual Artist Michael Brandonisio's work has appeared in Danse Macabre, Otoliths and Counterexample Poetics. Some new visual work is slated to appear in Clockwise Cat.


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