Leo Briones Poems
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The Church Of The Valentine
From the very distance of my soul fathomless like the sea but sad like the dry creek embedded between the desert's rolling dunes,
I have risen here to place my light upon the bright and shining hill of the fertile peace and noble solitude of my finest days. And, here I stand.
My stale wonder is the constant struggle of this life as I pull the unbearable cart of untenable memory.
This evokes a haunting and broken certainty because I also remember the load lifted from the heart of a defeated man.
It is a memory of walking on cold wet sand, my feet are ...
They are the too-smug pirates of pseudo-intellectualism
who rub the perfectly coarse, mud-stained words of poetry
to the nub, to the last grain of sand—
still the poem’s not done yet,
still it’s in need of another email to the Ivy league
or a swim across the stormy river to Cambridge
or perhaps they need to steal a Ouija Board,