Featured Poet: Katherine Browne

Ghost of a Horse under the Chandelier


They are too many heads
observing the Balinese
cock fight menstrual like
disease engender lotuses
shifty theories to back
femme bending chatter

vocal or empower
as long as lungs will stand
where id heeds until us too
are silence, in the numbers
should we take to naming
our nookies Grouppersons
or they, bodies land on sexless
jelly or fish on pharaoh rocks

should we gal
around lining our rough skirt
or stay in the mirror, gal

every thingness takes a shape
masks you in or is unrecalled it’s not
things of creation
but duels of how they were

perverted
spirits are no single cult-
ure
exposed delicate
or ure
body region error




Anumodana


Yesterday we prayed on the snail
walk and saw the smallest head
trudge past its open toggling
ears on the re sin surface
that so often connected redden
hoods of your bashful shell
we rustled the twinge likening
stirring the wind’s whooshing it-
self on its face

I watched dots
of your freckles fray an echo
that looks toward the sun’s
sway inching near my many

we held tight to ourshelving
beneath palms neuron
vines trickled across
my queen wasp’s narrow
fastening oneself by the throat
again at breakfast, we wiggled gently
out of our trunks this time
laughing




A Fly of Sucking Parts


The plane
would like to be known
a strawberry

if in the plane crash dis-
patch length antennas on the azure
line

brush the reddie water
with the geom breast

stroke
caulking tongues on the mean
current horn

tittle the moth drabs
then did they divide
the stem earth
on the pleura when the plain ate
the wing

spatter
and pie

I’ll feed you



What are Pee-holes For?


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Preface to a Poem that Will Never Come


Why can’t we replace
we’re place
where place be
cause we are placid nescience




Artist's note: "I hope the language will reflect the distortedness and discoloration of our human plank. I am after all, an artist working on a landfill."

Katherine Browne lives in Chicago, Illinois and works atop a landfill in Crestwood, Illinois.

© 2009 Katherine Browne