Chris Brown


TEXT TOWN traversals

v.

the leafy borough’s

                               leafage at the grate
                               static on the waves

                hard sell                   neuro
                                                             plastic
                                       ity

                                              via the capital

                                                             head up –

for the lack

                a way in

                we’ll take

                it!


                       if a touring welsh chorus
                       humours the praetorians

                               among us –

                                              personifying

                                     you’ll

                               take it


                                              this morning

                               the breadline
                               out the door

                at Uprising


quiet                    but answers at

our feet             where sparrows dare

                                              or walking
and some lyceen or local saint posts

a rainbow heart        at the
                                              red letterbox

                                                             daily
we await its erasure…dissent and no
                               one to de

                face it?

                               yea or nay

                   but auguring a
                c

b (collect
                               ive

                best)

                                              this café

                               replaying yesterday

                                              out of the shadows

                                              loyals
                                              locals

                                              take a chance

                                              whisk their
                                              crumbs and alms

                                                                                           to roost



vi.

A spry bearded greenthumb
has violets and nasturtiums
the floral emblem of nostalgia
prim gardens planted screens
of a propertied subjective ex
cess a raking breeze a blade
of grass in it issues with line
our sympathies and the like
this ground wishes to give but
the future emerges too closely
sown and the roots wont part
a hushed design the crib en
folds us as the wheels follow
you feel for the latitude of the
coordinates welcome an open
page and concrete forms that
duly redirect the eye a mirror
in the field has new shoots the
gift of double roses in even its
resting face just hang in there
and an imperturbable human
oid equanimity flutters to life
draining the glare and plasma
or mirrored glaze the bustling
horizon rides and reveals your
children in its wake for what it
gives could i be more for giving




Chris Brown lives in Newcastle. He is working on a collection of poems called hotel universo.
 
 
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