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The
Poetry of
R. Eugene Brown
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EUGENE DREAMS
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Sep. 16th 8:00pm
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EUGENE DREAMS DAY AND NIGHT
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WHY
Just a simple answer
I’m asking you upstairs
The God with no beginning.
I’m asking about the cover of Newsweek dated
March 4, 2002
Real time to us down here.
Eighty priests accused of child abuse
In just one American city.
Was it to be part of those children’s miracle of
birth to suffer
or is your grand scheme after death
to reveal your little secret to mankind?
It seems hardly fair
when local cloths have people believing that
having faith
is the answer
when there is no answer.
By the way, don ‘t forget
to check the math on page 49
That eight hundred million in legal settlements
would have fed many a starving miracle.
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MY TRUTH
My truth is shaking hands with myself.
Want to know more?
Truth is not a boundary.
It allows the self to move despite
contradictions
Because both can be true.
My truth reasons my world and answers it
My truth has an understanding that wrongs are
only a wrong turn
and allows for an insightful return.
The value of my truths is equal to your truths.
SEA TAG
gravity has shifted my bones
they once stared at you.
look at them now as they sink inside raw earth
searching for settlement that will be a future
date.
my bones, all bones, contain the strongest
materials.
dinosaur bones were just down the street
winged bones are featherweights overhead
and wet bones of all sizes are playing sea tag.
my bones travel by mechanical means
but wear thin just the same.
bones have their own museums
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WINTER WATER
winter water must hibernate
beneath cold thick clouds
though my animal garden
celebrates above
I would make the sister squirrels’ voice
collect color
from deep porcelain poetry
perhaps then she will think of
the sacred free translucent ocean.
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© R. Eugene Brown, 2008
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