Driftwood and Fishnet

An original poem by Ty Brando entitled: Driftwood and Fishnet



Torn fishnet strewn across whitewashed walls

Ensnares sun-bleached driftwood

Viridescent wine bottles

Coated in paraffin tears

Candelabra candles,

Wept blue and white

Obscuring the black of the night



Lennon and Dylan

Danced in the air

Perpetually, persistently, rotating



Chaos in the cabin

Mucky mattress reposes

In murky cramped cellar closet

Clandestine fucking

Hush-hush secrets no one knows

Says the sad-eyed lady

Of the lowww . . . lannnds . . .



Wet, unfinished painting of integrated oils

Leans on well-worn wooden easel with

Cold, gray ashes and smoked all the way down

Filtered Marlboro butts



Heterochromatic mutt

Lazy on scuffed-up, dirty for decades, two-tone tile floor

Cuddles and chews

On frayed strings

Of an old brown shoe



Red Reunite wine

An old-time clothespin

A paint splattered handle of a common claw hammer

Who needs a corkscrew?

Says a rhetorical drunk

From a cobwebbed corner

A maskless clown

Indubitably

Me