Paul Cameron Brown

“ VOYAGE The mystique of the sea, where waves act as snares, hang boughs over wet blackness wherever winds die driven ashore. Melancholy vastness- its pleasure the dim lights swallowed in glutton happiness the further I search the sea. ”

“ BARBARY WHITE How death will steal, from life, to claim us all, Happy to wrap us in barbary white, By tapping ash tight fingers, the steel laws of fate, Will deaden our faces, wrapping our feelings from earthly sight. ”

“ Warmth with contortion, the clash of passions tug the funnelled swooned water. Greenery, that inlet of the ocean, lies precarious and submerged. Life, subsidized by water, is within its hope, bubbling in embers, froth drunk with suds hammered against the boat's edge. ”

“ THE WORLD OF DYING LOVE The long finger of blackness is holding its head for us. Dingy bue is its shade, comatose in movement, hazarding a slow swiftness, it inches toward us. Relief comes fitfully. The dragon alone, an upstart crowned with drunken spending, has horse colours as ribbons with his eyes. It cradles a breast of trembling bone. Misercorde, Misercorde. I dreamt I saw skeletal slackness dangling; the poverty of touch is a casket with love in rumbling sockets. Craziness is the passion of the engulfed, dribbling pleasantly. ”

“ The fabric mixture of existence, nothing but investiture, Props to heighten necessary lies, Strains at extinction, The volcanic instrument life itself. Goals are these same vehicles To operate weak desires. ”

“ They are the prize stubble where little growth is come. A transplant of hair after a serious illness or after fire ravages the body's wilderness is that first sip of broth taken. Little by little, they bring cautious hope that more will stumble into other pocket crevices, the bits of life amidst the spores of stillness. ”

“ THE GATHERING OF DEAD WOOD The gathering of dead wood - driven, pinched in faces between the strain of Van Gogh's setting - had all the more realism hastening down that leaden street. Churning sockets, burdened with the duress of suffering, the street in vigorous winter raced like a bootblack up from the river. Hedged by black stems called trees, rows of withered houses and dim bread shops propositioned rough headlights along a promenade of ice stalks and careening streetlamps. ”

“ The shadows of the rock, piled drifts huge monotony's ledge, accumulations by the side of the tree wear thin visages; the breath of summer eclipsed. Snow reigns supreme; teeters about the rim of the city's existence. Pettiness of man's realm - pretty foliage of the transient, wrappings upon our lives brittle near the storm. The reply of the eternal, fire on stone blazons reality the peaked remains of snow streaked sun. Immensity governs us; clarity of the temporal fire set by the staccato of man's rhythm.
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CIENFUEGOS The white pin wheel of heat turns up the grasses' edge. ”

“ I followed the gravity of the treasure hunt where each bounce meant a slap across a table top of tension, where the window basted winter black rain and silence paid another call. I am as much as this water flower, rain. I am as impressionable as the city that stops for rain. And I lack the same substance that dooms water to be a soft pillow feather; excepting this, I may still shatter this thing, March routine existence by dabbling in destruction.
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ISLES AND RIVULETS On your brow, the steppes of Asia are fetched by deep set eyes. ”

“ THE TREASURE SHIPS Rich ornamental procession enough wealth to dazzle a Prester John, Sheba's queen, even the fawning burghers of Rothschild's domain. Reams of it, Park Avenues in torrents down a mountain side; Eldorados, the gardens of Babylon become shimmering in the sun; this vulgar display, this sheer ostentation. Such are the waters of the rich I now approach. Peach gold fabulous wealth. More men of substance here than all the proverbial luxury since antiquity, - talents, ingots, ducats - bars so heavily encrusted with gems the very floor boards groan with the largesse. ”

“ COLLUSION A surtax on the ecosystem; so many raindrops, mists and bud breakings record spring days, that the movement of sap fluids and other vital juices involves all life on a colossal scale; beyond puny human understanding why green shoots shed restrictions at the parochial level. ”

“ Blue agony, burning up with delerium, the wet pastel illusion slides against our craniums. Crass, crass the movement of the waves across a low bow, excessively pleasant. All the more troubled vistas blue with hegemony over earth, drowsiness dropping a plague of lapping edges ”

“ The conveyer belt of souls carrying the damaged ones far into the night, spitting out the lukewarm with plenty of latitude to manoeuvre in between. Lavender and the dye from purple shells in piercing shrieks extracting the enacted will of Nietzscheans before their time; fledglings in a world ill begotten and barely within a choosing. ”

“ RESIGNATION Petals that fall into a woodland pool are servers at a banquet. Each one dresses for the occasion like an employee with regrets, that leaves the house in a somber mood the morning after his resignation. ”

“ Faucet drops beating out in harmony a drum tatoo to the tune of a plugged drain, the careless postures of indifference retold lives lived on spindle shanks caught on the obligatory insipid train of obliging a pantry full of ones you love. ”