100 days of pohems

"(a thinner light) below the lanternfish of a red city sea, where this night seems smudged at the..."

Tue, 21 Feb 2012 22:12:59 -0700

“(a thinner light) below the lanternfish of a red city sea, where this night seems smudged at the edges, fading and darker than the somber hunger, it’s growing in the alleyways, the shades all black to grey, stretching the lamplight thinner, as winter clings and sings in the corners of latenite sky.”

- © Bryan McLean Feb 21, 2012

"(v) my voice is a waking weapon, the timbre and tremolo that’s summoning you over, intimate in..."

Sat, 11 Feb 2012 02:41:25 -0700

“(v) my voice is a waking weapon, the timbre and tremolo that’s summoning you over, intimate in blindness with the touch of sound.”

- © Bryan McLean Feb 11, 2012

"(wolf359, M6.5 Ve +1.165 +2.034) prepositions are precocious creatures, their positions do start..."

Sun, 05 Feb 2012 09:06:35 -0700

“(wolf359, M6.5 Ve +1.165 +2.034) prepositions are precocious creatures, their positions do start the line, every time, to align your place in the disposition or difference, the setting so numbly locking in, the love that lies, it is the working nebulous, that encircles your beating core, here in the hearth of the month of hearts.”

- © Bryan McLean Feb 5, 2012

"(the bird in me) in the movement of the wake, the vapor trails of a saturday morning, this little..."

Sat, 28 Jan 2012 09:18:35 -0700

“(the bird in me) in the movement of the wake, the vapor trails of a saturday morning, this little bird finds its way around the bustle, trail to train, platform station rails, leaned upon, the taste of breath easy to see from beak to cheek.”

- © Bryan McLean Jan 28, 2012

"(black key story) I owned an electric organ when I was seven or so.. I must have played that thing..."

Mon, 23 Jan 2012 22:55:09 -0700

“(black key story) I owned an electric organ when I was seven or so.. I must have played that thing constantly.. but we lived in an apartment and my dad sold it.. I wasn’t mad, I just felt like I lost a friend. I’m sure it was loud and annoying as a kid playing silver bells over a hundred times would drive anyone mad. I haven’t owned a piano since then. Just got my email that my piano has shipped already.. I am more excited than you can fathom..”

- © Bryan McLean Jan 23, 2012

"(the only traces) I would trade the moon for you, for you are the summer wind upon my face, the..."

Fri, 20 Jan 2012 00:40:23 -0700

“(the only traces) I would trade the moon for you, for you are the summer wind upon my face, the loving sun upon my skin, for you I would do anything to break our secret loves; yet I don’t own the moon, so I formed a plan of chalk sketches, to steal her from the sky, slip her into my pocket, and trade her quickly, leaving only traces of lunar dust scattered across the sky, for a few moments your summer hands to hold my face, all of this, as long as the night does not catch me first.”

- © Bryan McLean Jan 19, 2012

"(in skin) and when we move, we move in skin, the bones liquid & marrow, sunken impressions in..."

Wed, 18 Jan 2012 19:32:06 -0700

“(in skin) and when we move, we move in skin, the bones liquid & marrow, sunken impressions in every tread, the toes they touch in twos, the lips, they touch in twos and turn to fours, as only your lips know mine, in every night, in every fevered dream, do they, so smoothly, touch mine.”

- © Bryan McLean Jan 18, 2011

"(only together) you may be the sky, wide and graceful, mysterious and over seeing, but you need..."

Tue, 17 Jan 2012 19:35:05 -0700

“(only together) you may be the sky, wide and graceful, mysterious and over seeing, but you need hands to draw the moon upon your face, the season’s precipitation tears due to run down your cheeks, the summer heat’s duration, all lolling from my tongue.”

- © Bryan McLean Jan 16, 2012

"we (fog and fume), like winter dragons, contemplating the daily press and pressures, waiting on the..."

Mon, 16 Jan 2012 19:30:05 -0700

“we (fog and fume), like winter dragons, contemplating the daily press and pressures, waiting on the station’s platform..”

- © Bryan McLean Jan 16, 2012

"been at you for years, pounding and shaking the waking radio dial, no matter the volume, no matter..."

Sat, 14 Jan 2012 19:27:54 -0700

“been at you for years, pounding and shaking the waking radio dial, no matter the volume, no matter melody, you won’t wake up; (my heart.)”

- © Bryan McLean Jan 14, 2012

"(virtuoso ventricle) well you’re not anywhere I look, except inside the photographs we took,..."

Mon, 09 Jan 2012 19:31:06 -0700

“(virtuoso ventricle) well you’re not anywhere I look, except inside the photographs we took, and the only remaining weight of you, is heavy on my mind, as nostalgia is thief of our present, just as you were, blurring in the past filmgrains, the thief of my virtuoso ventricle.”

- © Bryan McLean Jan 9 2012

"(5erendipity) speak up, size it up, as this life pushes us all together, then pulls us back apart,..."

Thu, 05 Jan 2012 19:49:05 -0700

“(5erendipity) speak up, size it up, as this life pushes us all together, then pulls us back apart, six maze, the way, we move bang & burn, amazing to the teeth of love, the turning of dimension, time is the v axis, the ashes of desire, where we are the fire inbetween.”

- © Bryan McLean Jan 5 2012

the last time I saw Garry Woods alive in hospital, he was a...

Sun, 01 Jan 2012 14:47:05 -0700

the last time I saw Garry Woods alive in hospital, he was a hopeful upbeat man with dreams of the future and inventions to make this a better earth.. a fighter, he dealt with the hard things when they came but he always planned for a life worth living. I miss you this and every day Garry. this song was written for you. I’ll see you in the light, brother. Laine from Corbae (Bryan McLean Official http://lyinghere.com)

"(byTheGraceGo,i) as the weight of day breaks, to the heat of Janus’ breath upon the bow, this,..."

Sun, 01 Jan 2012 10:28:09 -0700

“(byTheGraceGo,i) as the weight of day breaks, to the heat of Janus’ breath upon the bow, this, a new living year, to the old earth, who wake the living, just this one new time, our queen of winter touches down, the tips do slip your seething skin, and only in her new lined light, can we be, just one more moment, free.”

- © Bryan McLean Jan 1 2012.

"(a poet at christmas) in the land of sleeping houses, we do lie in waking, the sun is our fire, the..."

Mon, 26 Dec 2011 00:10:16 -0700

“(a poet at christmas) in the land of sleeping houses, we do lie in waking, the sun is our fire, the hearth of heart we so desire, yet our feet do find purchase in the snow fields, the winter’s heart a poets heart, where I do not mind, set to motion my devotion, the fire side, the lights of late night, and in the dark a waiting song, the spirit strong in all the footprints we’ve left behind.”

- © Bryan McLean Dec 25, 2011 http://Lyinghere.com

"(best kept secrets) are in the knees, the ache and need, of me stumbling, endlessly tumbling, into..."

Sat, 24 Dec 2011 19:31:06 -0700

“(best kept secrets) are in the knees, the ache and need, of me stumbling, endlessly tumbling, into you.”

- © Bryan McLean Dec 24, 2011

"(SheWas) found inside the bottom of the bottle we were drinking, sinking more than swimming, yet we..."

Fri, 23 Dec 2011 22:06:55 -0700

“(SheWas) found inside the bottom of the bottle we were drinking, sinking more than swimming, yet we were barely aware how bare the day is, let alone the loneliness that only empty arms can know, on this day, the day before of the day before christmas.”

- © Bryan McLean Dec 23, 2011

"(INtheGap) holding over nothing, as I trip to the ground, the spaces in between me move me, just as..."

Wed, 21 Dec 2011 01:55:24 -0700

“(INtheGap) holding over nothing, as I trip to the ground, the spaces in between me move me, just as quickly as your hands do, as your eyes shift and slide over me.. and in that gap of stride, the plummet eminent, that gap is all the freedom one needs to begin again.”

- © Bryan McLean Dec 21 2011

"(io, sheSlings) as crashing to the mould, the insurmountable surfaces of Jupiter, funny if nothing,..."

Sun, 18 Dec 2011 19:40:05 -0700

“(io, sheSlings) as crashing to the mould, the insurmountable surfaces of Jupiter, funny if nothing, my iris is the only hand holding the line of io’s orbit, her ought naught talks, her gaziel beauty, as she’s coming ‘round again.”

- © Bryan McLean Dec 18 2011 http://Lyinghere.com

"(allFutureSecrets) we know the secret structures that surrounding, in strings, sign off the counter..."

Sat, 17 Dec 2011 19:31:05 -0700

“(allFutureSecrets) we know the secret structures that surrounding, in strings, sign off the counter balanced calling, deep beneath the underlying currents, the current of humanities is bleeding to the grounding grooves, a secret pounding within you and me, that beats at the heart of all futures.”

- © Bryan McLean Dec 17, 2011 http://Lyinghere.com