Patrick VincentBrown Poems

Allow me please to get lost in your hair.
I promise you won't even know I am there

Lest you think you might like to play coy,
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I sat with a small child on my knee who
Rode my knee like a rider who knew not
Yet the importance of how she must trust
The horse.
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Tell them I have departed at dusk,
Gone to where a dying vermilion
Orb knows not my name but will know
When I have written it in the
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With the airy grace and utter aplomb
Of a sunset alighting,
An insect came to descend upon my arm.
I was not as startled as I might have been
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I. At Night
The moon sits bright in an eastern sky.
The moon is in the sky. Projecting
Cold, clear beams, she eyes in objective
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I raise a wine combed glass to a dangerous height
And she takes a resolute but careless bite
Of her bread with brie and drip-laced honey.
I hold it heaven-high so as to toast the sight
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Just another early morning walk past
Suburban yawning houses
No different than the morning last.
Each house with sleepy pride announces
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Wrap your arms around and crown my head
As a memory might with the self, sought deep,
For thoughts felt near, like the precious bed
That, unlike love, lies here within our reach.
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Roofed by Japanese temples and
Artificial light we stood. No rising

Sun from the east here. Rather from the east
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One day I was stopped by a man. He
Had the face of a Mexican bandit;
Brown as tequila and as round as a
Clock. Or maybe he was an Andean
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