Hamomlette

A VICTIM OF INDIGESTION OR PATRICIDE?
MAGIC PAN: CASTLE OF ELSINORE
CHEF: THE MAD PRINCE OF DENMARK
INGREDIENTS: THE TRAGEDY OF THE
HUMAN CONDITION,
SENSELESS FORCES THAT
RAGE AND DESTROY A MAN
COOKING INSTRUCTIONS: SIMMER SLOWLY
A PERFECT SOUFFLE - ALAS POOR YORICK
I KNEW HIM WELL...

Paul Cameron Brown

Paul Cameron Brown is a Canadian poet known for his extensive work in both poetry and art criticism. Born in western Canada, Brown has had a prolific career in writing, often intertwining themes of human experience and nature. His works have been showcased in various literary magazines and anthologies. With a style that is both reflective and evocative, he has gained recognition not only in Canada but also internationally.

Paul Cameron Brown

Preening

Paul Cameron Brown, Simple Poetry

Dinner At Eight

Paul Cameron Brown, Simple Poetry

The Burning

Paul Cameron Brown, Simple Poetry

The Gingham Dream Utterance

Paul Cameron Brown, Simple Poetry

English

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Countess

    The pig's head omelette -
    something akin to a tatoo
    buried squarely on the upper
    torso of the man
    wielding an axe,
    chopping wood.
    Shoulders drooped,
    the bizarre rendition
    had a female
    counterpart
    - a snake, fitted like a
    fish-net stocking,
    coating the upper leg of
    the dancer writhing to music,
    so soporific,
    near the copper shield
    of the table,
    ever-molten ash,
    air-borne with the foetid smear
    & puff of cigarette smoke.

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Warhorse

    Taken as metaphor ...
    Ophelia's funeral oration,
    derogatory snout
    of the Morning Glory
    breathing pollened fire
    overladen steps of the church.

    II
    Limestone rock
    caulking in grey
    limpid cracks ...
    doublet and hose
    then gold doubloons
    down sunlit honey
    where a smear of red lichen
    onto brown-yellow moss
    colonizes rock.

    III
    Poor Ophelia, dicing
    for a sedentary-free Hamlet,
    duty-free of fissures + frost.

    IV
    Elusiveness,
    water rushing over stone
    torrent of words
    (Ophelia receiving these),
    red hand of the berry
    swollen shut,
    prisoner in the dock
    bird of quarry, pit
    &am...

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Slaughterhouse

    You're the aggressor
    and your passion exceeds mine
    but we're in this slaughterhouse together
    and it's near closing.

    Vats of prickly ointment
    destined to repattern animal skin
    and tubs of steaming formaldehyde
    rest casually with the more antiseptic
    thrill of green sawdust.

    Blood is a chameleon, here, changing colours
    en route to sausage and Pram but
    my hotdogs and donuts are
    holding better to the cuttlefish
    in this unnatural forest.

    The stars are a jangle of planets
    in a world where wood became noise;
    each ceiling beam, incidentally,
    is the wrenched out spine
    of a Longhorn steer,
    doorknobs pig knuckles
    bound for Octoberfest fear.
    Ev...

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Village Idiot

    Dodder capitulates on his bum,
    skulks under fence posts
    a twitch of Timothy weed prying
    apart his massive lips.

    A strip of lavatory paper
    his golden rule; the
    merrie lad bakes ready made
    surprises to the jowled response
    of his parting brains.

    The mastication of shoe laces
    on tired leather jerkins akin
    to grinding Michelin rubber - his
    reedy voice in overbite haste
    rounding corners like a club-footed
    dog travelling edgewise
    from his master's sight.

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Bravura

    Memory as embankment,
    a mudslide at High Tide
    with shades up...
    my avocado green brethren
    pleasures the soil.

    Memory as enchantment
    a Belle at a Soiree,
    pureed, Gaston at a Dinner Party.

    Napanee suggests sympathy,
    a serendipity...
    as water winders its way
    to clay in a moonlight
    turn of the bottle,
    I shall find a way.
    that's ironclad.

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Clandestine Operation

    The most appropriate comment,
    besides pig knuckles on racks
    & rabbits skewered on prongs
    or the Chinese lettering
    playing tricks with your Occidental eyes,
    is the Breakfast at Tiffany's
    approach to suffering -
    that ambience of egg rolls
    & fortune cookies dashed aside with
    mild dosages of rose-petal tea
    amid such trappings and parodies
    of the human experiment left stammering
    in the too crowded sun

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