Galactic, it steps through.
Party room walls
Streaked with saturated aquatic green colors,
Steps of bronze, and you.
By the popping diamond raindrop seeds,
My will dividing the trays,
Into steel boats that go straight down,
Where our lad will tower.
He blows it out his eyeballs
In weather furious about issues,
The night my husband gets clipped.
“I didn’t like all those triangles on their gauges.”
But I’m saying, What’s up with leather?
Rain can turn some leathers super sad,
Like vibrator skin. Even after calibrating,
All you can then do is stand around during the song.
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Brandon Downing is a poet and visual artist originally from California. His books of poetry include The Shirt Weapon (Germ Monographs, 2002) and Dark Brandon (Faux Press, 2005), while a monograph of his collages from 1996-2008, Lake Antiquity, was released by Fence Books in 2010. In 2007 he released a feature-length collection of digital shorts, Dark Brandon: Eternal Classics, with a 2nd volume forthcoming in 2011. A longtime member of the Flarf Collective, He lives in New York City, where he co-curates the Poetry Time Reading Series at SpaceSpace.
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