Jasper Brinton

composite 

Tell us not pink

at issue after the flesh—

Clouds started off late

vehicles edited the boundaries

engines took expression.

Delayed—we washed the presence

mourned the negative drift

told ourselves well done

travelled with fissionable material

sparked with displayed ecstasy.

                    The plan auto-assembled
                    similar circuit and resistances

so prolific  morningless

we were awed by a rush to physics

our cursive slumber pixelated.

                    The once adjusted burdened

a quoted eternity—narrativized

lines of oblivious structure

strewn messages behind wire.

Then the mountain fell to waves

slipped leeward became emulous

antithetical almost mesostic

such was our hard passion

wreckage on people’s lips

why the room given rightfulness

disturbed even industrious childhood.

The letter P translucent—mosaic

pivoted with the everyday panic

—I spell the savior it warned

so we wanted to say go gold

stone isn’t christ-bearing as life

self-fashioned beyond wilderness

the wilderness of a mass place

a thickness for corroded death.

 

 

 

 

 

Jasper Brinton born in Alexandria Egypt, was educated in the Middle East, Scotland and the United States. Over the years he has worked in publishing, printing, architecture, ceramics and wood.  He lives near Kimberton, Pennsylvania in a restored schoolhouse and sails the Chesapeake in an old but seaworthy sloop. His poetry has appeared in Eccolinguistics and On Barcelona.