Brandon

Brandon May 2019

I apologize for all the holes and damages that you’ve endured all these years
When pen to paper would not sedate the apocalyptic lust that hungered for the world
And when words spoke were wasted in silent memorials for tombstones never visited...

                   A bit of spackle
               Drywall patch here
          A little mud flung about
  Just the right amount of sanding
     A fresh coat of primed paint

           No one will be the wiser

                                 A wall repaired and forgotten

Brandon Apr 2019

An Old-Timey Dance On A Sinking Ship

Am I
           Still
  The
Face
        Staring back
       At me
When

            I

Am look
               ing
   At
That
        Reflection
         Staring back
     At
Me
      From
  T
    H
       E

             Other

Re       tion
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    In the
Mirror
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Brandon Mar 2019

Anybody Else Remember That Episode Of America’s Funniest Videos When There Was An Alien Looking In Through The Window And The Family Thought It Was A Joke But They Were Never Heard From Again?

Don’t look out the window
When the eyes reflecting
Aren’t your own

Brandon Mar 2019

You’re Music

Words I can’t write
Times that I can’t get right
Moments lost in echos

Hold my breath
Bite my tongue
Swallow blood

You are the music
That I can no longer hear

I’ve reached with crippling fear
Only to find it easier
Pushing than pulling

Clench my fists
Close my eyes
Whisper good bye

You are the music
That I can no longer hear

A face is a stranger
When the soul changes
And the distance continues

Don’t let me go
Keep reaching for me
Set me free

You are the music
That I can no longer hear

You are the music

Brandon Oct 2018

If The World Doesn’t **** You, It Tries To Leave You Broken Every Chance It Gets (personification of the intangible)

I’m barely holding
the strings of reality together
I close my eyes
and I still see the silence enclosing
My blood burns and boils
without the option of an eruption
Keep the skin taught
like fragile emotions
God has a plan Be ******
Tethering to an anchor
cast into an abyss
It may barely be perceptible
When you trace lexicons
Like ****** ticks
But I’ve had enough of this

Brandon Sep 2018

My Life Is A Leaf In The Midst Of Fall

Where once I adjoined
A facet of evergrowing life
I now fall through the air
Destined for the ground
And the crunch of footsteps

Traveling

Brandon Sep 2018

Where The Wild Things Aren’t

I have been spending
Too much time roaming
Inside the four walls
Of a big square oven

I crave the open