POETRY
“Poetry is language at its most distilled and most powerful.”
I slumped in front of a massive desk, a passive patient corroded with failure and dread.
and then her eyes fully opened — blazed through with strands of mud
Mostly he ate what was put on his plate
snuck coffee grounds or dirt for a snack
Once a zipper Unzipped
The poetry of Brian S. Ellis unravels, inverts, investigates, and complicates. His poems are radical koans and invitations to forego common narratives.
Do not say anything anybody else has said ever. Things are not “bleached by sun.”
the man is stayed bent over the canvas
of my sofa. the man is me the man is him
self and I bring down the whip…
Part of being a good sad person
is always painting the shadows
in the right direction and knowing
what sorrow to art with.
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