Conference Of The Isolated: The Poems Of Brian M. Spradlin
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The greatest works in history have all been built from a sense of isolation. It is within these moments that the author's truth finds its way from pen to paper. Conference of the Isolated attempts to reopen a dialogue, one that is missing from today's climate. A life lived must be worth living, and as we struggled together through these past few years, it became apparent that isolation would be at the forefront of our very existence, forced in some cases, voluntary in others. Conference of the Isolated not only tackles the loneliness of this period but dwells on the past as it relates to the great works of our time, much of which has never seen the light of day. Along the way, recollections of the past, remembrances of those we lost, and a hope for a better tomorrow all reign in word play.
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Conference Of The Isolated - Brian Spradlin
On Legacy
from the snuggly blanket at birth
to the inevitable curtain call…
what lies between will define you and me and all of us,
what is the end game?
it closes the chapter then the novella,
parents instrumental,
the music to the ears of those concerned,
they will course the geometry of young minds,
mold and shape like sacred sculptures,
cultivate a future in a few short years,
introductions then made to other tiny creatures,
letters and words, laughs and connections,
nature sets in,
voices grow steep,
hairs emerge
and temptation and vice appear,
it is here where direction is ripe with angles,
and so some will fall
others to excel,
the decider arrives
apathy to it all
or perhaps a stranglehold on opportunity
perhaps a rap at the door
to play endless victim,
to fail on purpose,
will you accumulate acquaintance?
will you walk through the occasional door?
will you hold options close?
here it all sums up,
after the career wraps,
after your own children relive your experience
it all starts again.
in their eyes.
in their depth.
in all they are.
your world created theirs.
your decisions will prove mighty to naive ears
and to virgin experience,
and they will instruct
based on your lead,
the world needs leaders,
our only prayer now,
everything starts at home,
branches of the family tree
attached to the trunk of possibility.
Single File
we’ll become those guys we make light of,
sixteen deep at the food court
reminiscing
talking about that fish we caught back in the day
or the hole in one in ’75,
maybe the miracle baby from nowhere
or the camaro saved with high school sweat money,
it will be us in one way, shape, or oblique form
at least to what can be remembered,
moments in a vase
jarred memories
the greatest exaggerations or truths
merely years from recall.
Halcyon
wonderful days they were
my youth
dressed for class
absorbed the lessons
sought summer like the rest
nights when i slept and dreamt
growing toward something
yet not quite sure what,
swimming, playing
the definition of childhood
the preface to ambition
the refuge in family,
safety
security
hope
life sweet as citrus
the perfect piano key
these are the days i return to
and every so often i hold dear
as life and reality’s roads
would turn sideways
deal me curveballs
and lead me through lessons
drenched in solemnity.
Fish Tank
and so you see the blood rush to the surface
it is you who have made me what i am today
and so you see
i need no facebook account
to rest my laurels on the past
the past is dead
and thankfully so
the ex, she looks so sick
and yet so willing to advertise
let all of my friends back into your shitbox
they dumb enough to speak to you
the short-term memory
the fire burning down my walls,
walls once meant to sustain our marriage
instead evaporated around my soul
blank looks from the muted audience
but as in all the tables will turn
i’ve made sure of my attitude when it does
for too long i’ve faded their character
and now the rush of adrenaline is so thick
a machete could do no damage
the tingling, i’m returning
will survive my laps in this sea of disaster
in this piranha tank where all know nothing
except to use…to inflict…and to batter
what brains you have left in my swollen head.
Strangle
in these fertile shadows i will hide
from love, from my dreams,
from all that seems to please me…
they are the false hopes of a once energized man
a man who gave of himself to better you
a man whose firm wish was to hold you close
a man who has given all to receive none,
and so he walks by you
and in all that you do,
you will mean nothing when the book is complete,
even less after reading it,
and by day you can smile like a dizzy fool,
but by night you can reminisce
about the soldier you threw away,
drown in your tears then,
my boat is secured.
A Stain
lads awake and gather their bags,
wiping sleep from young ovals
they prepare their way,
fill the bus seats
have their laughs before the bell rings,
from afar the architects assemble their destruction,
the blueprints alive in their twisted minds,
plans laid for months
the cowardice of insanity alive
while they mortgage the concept of death,
isolated and without purpose
they will forego their own end in favor of treachery,
their aim is to take scalps
and the doves lay unaware of fate,
these horrors are not partisan,
the innocent care not about politica,
only being all that they can,
propped up by their teachers and parents
who hold close and dear the future that will soon disappear,
terror alive and induced by the ill,
they will meet their end as well
the stains and residue they leave on the school floor
will inevitably stain their souls on judgment day.
doves fly,
in our hearts you will live forever.
Sill
memories all born from somewhere
and so embarked on this adventure
from hamlin to the present day,
adult poker games, mini swimming pool in the corridor,
the rocking horse with the shifty eye that frightened me
after 8 p.m. each night…
reading books on the couch with mom,
these were the times that would shape what was to come,
many will remember their first recollection,
and years before the eventual brain bump,
my earliest highlight would come on a loud Saturday night
as i rocked a bit too hard and caught the edge of the sill,
sometimes i wonder how others fared
but i can still feel the pain as if it was yesterday
though decades past it…
The Hot Days
mid-june
we met again by accident
and two days later we were lovers,
we made up for lost time
killed that cricket sound in the distance
oh, that first night
thanks for the lap dance
then behind nervousness and booze
we slapped skin and met tongues,
the party would last a month
before the insanity began
but i’d give anything
to have it all again…
Tens And Tens
same messaging
same old fraud
seen it too many times
please relinquish the grasp
that choke hold you’ve perfected
breathing restricted
veins slit
minds torn in two
you destroy then change the story,
we’re living it though
always a heartbeat from disaster
and disaster you are,
holding on for decades
to a governance by force
not by attrition,
attaining your will from us
feeds us the desperation we need,
don’t despair when force overwhelms your ambition
we rule by civility
not cowardice.
Atmosphere Out Loud
i hear the whispers
they rest gently behind violin clouds,
soft and amorous,
scandalous, salacious all at once
a repercussion sponge
the levy of worthlessness
apostolic mercies
visions yet no functioning eyes,
tendencies and norms
rolled into one empty basin,
the lucid rampant heartbeat
which begs for sanity but fails to prosper,
gossipy gatekeepers
scribbled criticism
invisible ink footnotes
blessed by the trivial,
dollars that can never travel home
petty and incredulous
it only matters when the waves wage war
when the jungle sounds shriek
when it all bears fruit
when you hear the composite of all that will be
all you can hold inside
all the art you can inhale
until it hits the page
and we dissect it.
Pervasive
you know who i am…
or so i thought
that brilliant man you said
i called it lucky
but alas, i stand
the same man you said you loved
yet hung out to dry,
yes, you know who i am,
so let me stand behind the compliment,
far and away
i save for better days
and lap by lap i surround your dreams,
don’t care who you roll around with now,
it’s cheap,
we had a story-book ending
right from the inception,
right from the knee-buckler,
when i saw you first a half decade ago…
you saw me differently…
not as a lover but just another guy,
you knew who i was,
so let me stand behind that past,
canyon calls and the rust wears off,
i must move on but not before my beer and shot,
i remain consistent
teens on through the twenties and past,
my past never dissipates,
i am the dark
you are even darker
and that’s why we always got along
because our darkness seemed so right,
never questioned,
i stand indifferent,
you know who i am,
let me sit in this darkness,
alone, unfettered,
so we drifted apart again,
your loss, my loss,
stalemate, double checkmate,
but i still breathe,
lungs of fire to never be extinguished,
you stay in my desire
you shape this erotica,
i wanted no one else
like i wanted you,
i want you more now than ever,
you know who i am,
let me have this moment,
let me stand behind this bottle,
let me win again.
False Eye
calls made for an emergency ignored
and with intent to grind an opponent,
the peaceful arrived to be heard
because of the vid, because of the cursed rulebook
because of the inconsistency
the hypocrites slammed the doors shut
though they’d cried at the pulpit before,
blamed it on the backbones,
blamed it on the wheel stompers,
no room for the common man anymore,
parties shifted,
the oligarchs charm with saccharine wine
and sacrilege,
the heartland knows the truth,
we still matter,
the inner thirty-five
that make the country whistle,
that slide their time cards through,
not enough patience to listen to us,
not enough guts to investigate,
their fake promises will never come true
galaxies of decades and a blasphemy
the opposites are polar
yet your freezers are stocked
years of sustenance
train tracks of roadkill
our eyes blindfolded for too long,
you’ve now made it obvious that we are not one,
only yourselves to blame,
read your mirrors,
in charge but out of touch
and some deserters along our path as well,
judges in robes
and scribes may decree
but in the end we will have our say
we tried on the day you labeled a falsehood
and dotted an i that you titled
while exempting the bloodshed before it.
Claws
perpetrators run the show,
torn with anguish but never let on,
working