Donald Brandis poems at the Camel Saloon
the late, much lamented poetry blog published a few of my poems, see thecamelsaloon.blogspot.com/search donald brandis
Circus of Us
Originally posted on Melancholy Hyperbole:
malls and theatres were once less shocking filled with plainclothes strangers self-moving, staying within themselves a long sit on this bench,…
Box of Snakes
a doorbell introduction the front door opens (by itself?) on a bright fall morning a small brown package occupies the porch a delivery man booking…
Yorick’s Party, Alas
Old jokes, old faces pulled bawdy laughter’s body limp with drink reason in a blank sleep the reptile brain alone decides elections a late surge in…
The Naming
She had never seen fruit from That Tree on the ground on the tree they were all apples, all green this apple seemed to grow as…
Making It Up
He worked a text like stone from the fields great slabs thrown up in the night giant melons concealing faces like those on Easter Island hammer…
Some Assembly Required
What calls from an unsettled space between the tall cherry tree and its stumpy neighbor where opposite branches reach into each other perhaps for air and…
Island Walkers
Resolved to sit here and stir the stew of experience until I can see time which otherwise like the aether might not be real, I switch…
The Dog Star 