POETRY
“Poetry is language at its most distilled and most powerful.”
The two of us toast to a man we both love, to whatever degree, clink our glasses and laugh…
The poetry of Brian S. Ellis unravels, inverts, investigates, and complicates. His poems are radical koans and invitations to forego common narratives.
Okay, picture this: We’re in an elevator. The elevator shuts down. It doesn’t matter where we’re going, only that we’re alone.
I imagine that undressing a color, though, would be so much like peeling a memory away from the grey and the white matter of your brain.
Even from this distance I could go out
the door it would bang shut and crumble
In my universe, my arm carries a heart and flowers,
my back a misguided quote
I count my homes—
those of my scattered youth
the sanctuary of our young family
the intermittent rest stops
of apartments and vacations.
I have an axe
with hearts gashed
Try not to see your own predicament in every fucking thing.
