Five Poems by Brian Le Lay

Sun Gulp Residue

We land for smoke
in a horizontal secret
& find our private floatiness

snow reaching to a parcel of doubt,
transported from its parent forest
despite appearances
of approximate heat

Avail the universe in which,
smoked in a horizontal secret,
we find a walnut.

Furnish the field of vegetable life:
moss & porphyry,
unpeopled sea.


Surgeon to the Forests

I have been led away
to fuse a glove of vines

away from you

a kettle's moon
from cold brother motion,

his sail light & fluffy

I write you now
in a moment of down
to maintain the song of your cat

I have kept to the marrow
recompense myself
again to sleep

away from you

Stomach among my art
for a few hanging apples,
governed by your noon.


Miss Yamaguchi's Hat

A new
blue hat

under
which to

watch
the wheel

whine in
attempt,

bag full
of apples,

advents
feed on

ink, lead
us along

drifts by
a collar

of snow
across

a healthy
red street

to last &
first sleep.


Raisin Pips

obsolete seats followed supper
through unkindness bouquet.

raisin pips that rid ——— of much guest,
without overshoes foundation

last resentments laid upon a napkin crane
much character in young punch

ribboned royal players
carp with able hangmen

—oh you of most principle
feted with joie de vivre

Third expedient think


Decaying Vistas

birthing photon
o mangy afterglow

larval emulsions flout
glacial tailwind

foreplay no awake
for awake mister

terrestrial paleface
must have crevassed

alkaloid upon my
gaze hunger

in biomechanical
fling of peekaboo