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THE COMPANY THAT WE KEEP WITH THE ONE WITHIN

The Great Tsunami Of Our Growing Grief written 3/2.2021--retitled 3/14/2021

Kathy Brown Kathy Brown

Something Not Quite Right About Here (Vortex) re-edited 1/26/2023

THE COOL TILES BENEATH MY FEET REMIND ME



After Wide Sargasso Sea

Like A Small Street Dog Lured In By The Promise Of Meat

I'd Like To Be Your Shirt (when you wake up in the morning)

This Is What Mermaids Dream Of

The Way Of The Crow

Words Between Edward And Jane

WAITING ON THE WORLD (March/February 2021 poetry)

DO YOU TURN THE LIGHTS SO YOU CAN SLEEP?

When Mr. Bemish Lost His Last Good Pair of Glasses

If Prejudice Were Dumb And Could Not Speak

My Grey Haired Love...La La Lullaby , La La Lullaby My Love

Certainly No Bread 3/16/2022

CHRONICLER OF DREAMS

YET ANOTHER ANTI-POETRY POEM ( re-edited 11/2/2022)

You Do As You Please 8/17/2005 found poem, readjusted 6/20/22

HERE WE SIT AT OUR TABLE 2/19/2022

Much Better Than This ( A Conversation With The Universe)

The Straight Story (What Happens When The Writer Inserts You Into Her Story)

THE TIDE CALLED LONELINESS

THE HEART IS AN ORGAN ON FIRE

A Girl Always Leaning Forward Looking for A Breeze

Entanglements

Have You Ever... (DECEMBER 4/2021)

Appetites

How I Still Love You

The Smile Which Eludes @

He Says To Me, I Think Too Much (and hence dream too much as well)

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When Mr. Bemish Lost His Last Good Pair of  Glasses


on a night
of pure blue-midnight ink
piles of laundry were left unfolded
and Alfred Hitchcock
whose words lolled lazily
out of the spittled-corner of his mouth,
told his very last story ever
on an invention called television:

Mr. Bemish
was just reading his last great novel
while eating ravenously 2 slathered pieces of
buttered toast--toasted only on one side
English style

the last words He read were:
they kept building pyramids to their Gods
until the Gods faltered
and tumbled down over the world
making the neighborhoods of Earth
into one great backyard rubbish Pile
with no matching pieces anywhere...

Mr Bemish lost his remaining pair of glasses
and the stars peered down at him
blinking out the two perplexed words "Blue-who?"
when Bemish was swallowed into an oncoming Black Hole
along with his last good pair of horn-rimmed glasses

a black hole singularity
(for sure)
in one Big Gulp
(which was the appropriately
inappropriate exact opposite of
The One and Only Original Big Bang!!)

Jane and Mr. Rochester evaporated--
having not finished true declarations of love

Moby Dick circumnavigated the entire globe
dragging Ahab down into its very depths

the Old Man told the Sea
the earth is flat
so you are not boundless
and fell off the shelf
of the flat earth

No longer The Best Of All Possible Worlds,
Candide and his echoing proclamations
went unheard

Le Petit Prince lost his dreams--
and Saint Exupery, his stars
(etoiles grande)

The Great Spirit Closed His weary eyes
and sighed....

why why why
so much time
and then
in no time
everything
imagined and real
gone
again?



this is my experiment into Anti-poetry. There may be more to follow
LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM 12:44pm  PACIFIC STANDARD TIME 5/17/2022
TIME/DATE STAMPED...IF THERE IS SUCH A CONSTRUCT AS TIME AND DAY....
AND ALSO FOR THIS WRITER/POET MELISSA A. HOWELLS, IF SHE DOES INDEED EXIST
IN THIS UNIVERSE OR ALSO IN MANY PARALLEL UNIVERSES, AND ALSO FOR THIS
LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED AND REGISTERED SITE TITLE: WHICH MEANS, LITERALLY THAT THIS BELONGS
IMPLICITLY TO THE WRITER WHO MAY OR MAY NOT EXIST.....
MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD@
IF THERE STILL IS A WORLD AND IF IT EVEN TILTED TO BEGIN WITH...

TO THOSE WHO REMAIN UNKNOWING...LOOK UP ANTI-POETRY AND YOU WILL UNDERSTAND
MY MEANING. OR YOU MAY ALREADY KNOW, IF SO THANK YOU FOR COMING TO THIS IMAGINARY
EXPERIMENTAL UNIVERSE OF ANTI-POETRY





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