Julian T. Brolaski
Two Poems
gowanus apocalypse
bees at toledo
gog and magog
satellite—farce
spycams ablog
as they drip w/ pearls
and moltlandlord peraventure
infinite di—ready—
harry harry
ope my opia
ersatz rigeurgays throw shade on the
heart to cover
ersatz magoo
lineal delionization
fugg. forlorn.gag and how could I.
surfing wit4 score diadems, falcon
four and twenty eldersersatz chartreuse diamond in whore-diadem
crinoline cantelope sitting on the waters
what ipode cantilever—curls bewray
pretty earlobe disgrace—federico—the buffalo I foment about, wildly
the torture taste of pâté
shard parade
along the gowanuscalliope anon areft
misanthrop nebuchadnezzar dreams on
margaritas-to-go blind—behead—the messenger
brangelina boxoffice
minnie pearl autoharp avechow a dog plays tennis
how a gog, magog
if she has nails
to standit
industrial pawwipesludgie, anon!
how a dog goes
we go thru anonantique roses and lamb’s quarters
the gowanus’s
fecal matter percentage
proteus wo
kristelnacht gauntlet
of liquorsoaked amulet-tennismesoteric
acrostic dawnwhat we hang on anon, 311
we crouch in tha kitchen, adeptlughorn
optimus
glazybetter off sludgie, lol
bullimous
sludgie aloft, peraventure
marinetied
the buckstar truth
I throw meat aboutsludgie being
erato anon—pitbull backhand
how a dog—southie crossd—
vesuvius eros—greasepaw—
ass singed & boiled—serve—snarlemane
prim raintalassa
dolla one dolla
summer is afterrzinc, hazard of
chicken heralded—purple sea—hold my callsbeasts implored & character impaled
agatha’s breast in a 14th century pincer anon
7 heads w/ 7 comings on
angels w/ wings at their feet & at their wingshere’s agog—eruvia
flavia gowanus amongproteus wd if eratus might
peeled of hir shortstockings
d’artagne rust
thistlelooh&m; madonna
humidlock’d maiden-in-green
complete like federico
w/ parrott the courtier
fingering his tasslecryptoquotation anon
honeybees gurgling
ersatz anglonorman
bovary cum ratatouille
pitbull T.O.G.all ridded of giggling
anthropormorphia aghast
bowery in the bowersthe tee hee ambigenuity
of amputee wannabees
googling tee hee
“silly faggot
dicks are for chicks”
wicked hee
to bury my heart at
my heart was in my knee
liquid sunshine
for Dana Ward
as if waves are minions
the maidens long crashing
you don’t know what you—
till you—don’t you
the desert is least desirous
of the sea
the parched basin is at least
coming or anxious craving
of the sea and its grill of creaturesas if maidens are minions
the waves’re long crashingthe desert is least
and slantwise I must
be down w/ the crease
along the quaint crust
as if waves are minions
the maidens long crashing
as if maidens long crashing
the length of the river
the desert is at least like totally
whatever whatever whatever
at the pinnacle end of the sea
they want to put an IKEAI still dream but I know my dreams
are—Dana, the
grill of my birthstones
hiss in my teeth
swilling the myrtle I can’t
get warm enough
black snow
I done got in
to that liquid sunshinethe tender maidens
just aren’t. my hair freezes
into dredcicles the lip
arched on a pinI done got in to that liquid sunshine
My way was lit w/ subtle grey
I drank a fifth to settle my mind
O how I miss that western bayfeeling dirty
was never any nohow
hermorraged w/out thinking to
a hundred dollars as I walked
down the streetCalifornia hear me callin
Your sunshine ain’t in liquid formmy place among the pawns
spawn of nil
nobody amid no person
not even the word lovecertain cheeses render me farcical
a grill in the half lite glinting
a quake on the brow the moment
I came half awake to the
prow to declare—
—here was the prow,
I mounted the dais
I was tardy and
half-ill, but I stepped
to the podium I—mascara tear—
approached the platform I
opened my mouth
I began to declare—