Poem — The Rhino Sanctuary if rhinos were ideas

Racial Slur Cookie Jar

Maybe Tarantino thought it was like Candyman.

If he said it in front of a mirror

three times in a row, Louis CK would appear

and teach him how to sell exclusive content

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Know Your Worth

You’re a world renowned concert violinist

playing a Stradivarius in the metro station

and nobody gives a shit.

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Nero(1) A Stuck Inside Poem: Day 28

[1] After I learned Seneca, the dude who coined stoicism, was Nero’s tutor, it became more obvious that stoicism is indeed for psychopaths.

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Thoughts on The Artist Way’s Morning Pages

I often rummage through old journals

like I’m on an Easter egg hunt.

They’re not called found poems for nothing.

You gotta look for them.

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Not the Day for Compartmentalizing: A Stuck Inside Poem, Day 7

Not in the mood

for the a-lot-of-good-will-come-out-of-this

rhetoric. Not at all. Not even a little bit.

I’d like to stay with the way

I feel until it makes sense, leaves for good

or attacks out of self defense,

but thank you for your input.

PoetryJonathan BrownMarch 24, 2020Rilke, Poetry, Poem, Creative Writing, New Orleans, Stuck inside Poem, A Course In MiraclesComment

Lenny Bruce, The Later Years: A Stuck Inside Poem, Day 4

Maybe this is all a fever dream

and neither the screams nor the shouts

coming from my neighbor’s house are not

directed at her three dogs.

Maybe she’s yelling at hell

to get back in its box.

Eat The Rich: A Stuck Inside Poem, Day 3

Dog magic would make a really good YouTube channel.

Just you and your puppy. You performing

card tricks and your puppy

bedazzled with intrigue and drooling for treats.

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Limp Biscuit Cover Band

I’d play it for you, but you’ve heard that song, right?

The waltz with hot sauce in the eyeball?

The blues number about how I fall,

but get back up sometimes and fall again?

PoetryJonathan BrownFebruary 20, 2020Poetry, Poem, Creative Writing, Limp Biscuit, failure, Poem about failureComment

Thanks Universe.

Thanks to sawdust and sweat

for showing me what the grind is worth.

Thanks to death and the growing need to find rebirth.

Thanks for more. Thanks for seahorses,

chameleons no longer green,

and octopi who change their colors when they dream.

PoetryJonathan BrownJanuary 19, 2020Poetry, Poem, Spoken Word, Creative WritingComment