Bernhard Emil Bruhnke III Poems

'I said to the almond tree, 'Speak to me of God'. And the almond tree blossomed.' - Hubert Selby Jr.


Where is it?
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One day I wish to know,
as the scars of devils do,
when your eyes, married to the auburn fox,
will remove their pantheon of petrified ghosts
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I heard a song of a lost messiah.

Who walked with a barstool's enthusiasm,
while preaching his post card gospel...
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I did not wish to sleep with old gods
that stand trying to evoke the grey skyline of modernity

That preach on hummingbird wires
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Love stumbles in slowly,
with a gypsy stanza of wounded shadows pouring the
faded light off a checkerboard stage...
the echoed command of the flagships golden oval banner.
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When you forget me,
forgetful one.

Dont deny my coda,
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The curtains are covered in black eyes,
(but with a Hostel in Meinz, what past could see so different)

while the light of the world intrudes the face of my new regrets
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What matters is that it happens.

That air shivers memory;
a clandestine proclamation of returns and free exits.
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Just the fracture of the night’s resurrection
swallows the warrior of the moon

Our trivial patronage leaves us again to contemplate;
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The pink reflection of dawn....

Galloping symmetry of Whitman's salutations.
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