two poems by brian leonard
Deflated Expectations (in the Age of Ashton Kutcher)
If only I could peel back your eyelids, heap upon you One Man’s Humble Take on an Apocalypse... images of violence packed in tight to make you sick, but in a cleansing way—spectacle lined with a clever phrase that won’t betray the trick... If only I were equal to such kindness, like a blaring horn that forces you awake. Tragically, I’m not, and that’s not this. No, ma’am. This is me shaking my ass for the jerkoff committee—dipping my sack in a cup of tea to prove something obscure about “society”—or as I now fear: to demonstrate precisely what I lack.
Lines from diode*
Inaugurate elaborate act of self-contextualization not with words, but a series of loops No birds. No stars. No one remembering how they’re watching each other on a dying shimmer of light. I am kissing what spot on the couch they’d claimed, modern languages fluent in their plastic flowers. Every street is named five times and still speaks some notion of ‘life goes on’. Sometimes, we enter a room and forget & plow into bloodflooded paddies. Her cherry bed, her paintings. Her chicken bones come cratering into my arms. and really, even today I’m shaped in a half-flutter of lips and fingers, as if our bodies lock & stiffen into new artworks. We’ll have to sit and ache for what is normal, what is naturally expressive, but it’s not you turned to me and said quietly: I should have summoned a thousand turtles set aflame by the sound of a doorbell. and I can’t tell if this means something human? i can’t remember personality trait. i trespass in other people’s sunlight to be easy to love. she medicates me who is being born. I fall through a hole onto the stiff and sweetened soil as a chameleon
*Each line of this poem first appeared in diode, vol.14, no. 2, and links to each poem have been listed here, in order of appearance.
- Midnight’s Talking Lion and the Wedding Fire, A. Day, [33]
- The Poet Winnows and Sorts, K. Craigo, [2]
- Poem in All The Wrong Ways, S. Vuong, [1]
- It All Comes Out in the Wash, M. Douaihy, [12]
- Deadening, S. Ryan, [19]
- What I Regret, J.K. Glass, [15]
- Do You Speak Persian?, D. Atefat-Peckham, [9]
- Eccentric City, D. Curtis, [13]
- The Father is Sleeping or Walking, B. Cutler, [32]
- Winter Now, Hong Kong, Cheng, T.T., [2:9]
- Are Koreans Human?, Y. Lee, [18]
- Inheritance, K. Gottshall, [7]
- The Clapping Lights, G.R. Newman, [3:2]
- Dandelion, K. Craigo, [10]
- Seedlings, H. Zhang, [12]
- Blackout Nerves, A. Asad, [2]
- Chthonia Calling, D. Curtis, [17]
- Eccentric City, D. Curtis, [16]
- Performance Review: “We have some concerns about your character.”, C. Shipers, [20]
- What I Regret, J.K. Glass, [9]
- Blackout Nerves, A. Asad, [15]
- What I Regret, J.K. Glass, [24]
- Microfilm, S. Ryan, [9]
- Are Koreans Human?, Y. Lee, [10]
- i, too, would like a manic pixie dream girl, Y. Lee [18]
- i, too, would like a manic pixie dream girl, Y. Lee [20]
- Deadening, S. Ryan, [3]
- Seedlings, H. Zhang, [43]
- Conspiracy Theory 2, J.P. Dancing Bear, [22]
BRIAN LEONARD is a Baltimore-based poet who has been developing his work seriously for the past five years. He writes poems to work through things, but typically from oblique, ironic perspective; he is interested in poetry as an impersonal craft than an autobiographical document. He lives with his cat and seems to have a new day job every year.