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Issue 2 Poetry

The Hand of the Snake is in the Clouds

Within the brilliant light of madness:

A star and a child, an orange and a plum.

Within reach, the shelf is bending over

Full of every supply you may need but do not want.

No matter. There is no thought coming from colors,

No features, no diagrams, no, not anything.

Within the brilliant light of madness:

An ocean churns great waves into rainbows,

The water lukewarm, better than a bath,

Everything in its place even when a place is not needed.

No matter. Nothing slips through the beams and glitter,

The well-lit back scores of music and melody.

Within the brilliant light of madness:

The man stands as tall as he can to change the bulb,

Lets the greens and blues ooze over him,

Smiles into the camera waving in the distance,

But it is of no matter. Solids vibrate into steam,

Liquids dissolve into melting glass and ice cubes.

Within the brilliant light of madness:

Nothing is safe and everything is safe.

No one is innocent and everyone is innocent.

The guilty and the not guilty line up side by side.

This, too, is not a problem. All that is needed

Adds, subtracts, multiplies and divides. 

2 always equals 3.

By Michael H. Brownstein

Michael H. Brownstein has been widely published throughout the small and literary presses. His work has appeared in The Café Review, American Letters and Commentary, Skidrow Penthouse, Xavier Review, Hotel Amerika, Free Lunch, Meridian Anthology of Contemporary Poetry, The Pacific Review, Poetrysuperhighway.com and others. In addition, he has nine poetry chapbooks including The Shooting Gallery (Samidat Press, 1987), Poems from the Body Bag (Ommation Press, 1988), A Period of Trees (Snark Press, 2004), What Stone Is (Fractal Edge Press, 2005), I Was a Teacher Once (Ten Page Press, 2011) and Firestorm: A Rendering of Torah (Camel Saloon Press, 2012). His latest volumes of poetry, A Slipknot to Somewhere Else (2018) and How Do We Create Love? (2019), were recently released (Cholla Needles Press).