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Brandon Mar 2020
One of the images
I’ve had in my head
Since I was a little kid
Still learning in school
Is the image of
Shakespeare Quarantined
In his house
Seeking asylum
From the Black Death
Writing and scribbling
Play after play
Sonnet after sonnet
Until his inkwell
Ran dry
And his doors
Opened to the outside.
Brandon Feb 2020
Fill glass with ice and water
Squeeze juice from lemon into separate glass
Poor water and ice into dog or cats water bowl
Drink the lemon juice
Turn your insides as sour as your soul
Brandon Dec 2019
I tire of playing this human game
And it’s rules that change on a whim,
It’s cataclysm of ego run rampant
And woefully harmful mentalities.

Return me to ethereal stardust
Where I no longer have to play
Brandon Dec 2019
Sleep enchanted
Rest weary headed
Eyes to dream
In peaceful sleep
Silence engoldened
Shrouded deeply
Til the morning sun rise
Sleep serenely
Brandon Dec 2019
Go to sleep
I will
Shall never
Catch me
Brandon Jun 2019
As I watch my wife
Screaming in pain
Delivering our first child
I can’t help but think
That all this pain
Is more bearable

Than all the wishful “do you see an extra line?” pregnancy tests
Than all the out right negative pregnancy tests

Than the skipping of channels at just the right moments
[And the attempt at skipping channels but failing to do so in time]
Than turning the movie off right before my wife figures out what’s going on
[And not turning it off soon enough]

Than all the doctor visits that failed to answer any questions
Than all the doctor visits that ended only in tears

Than a doctor pushing for termination
Because a test result didn’t fit in with the majority
Than a second opinion from another doctor who said “**** that doctor” and helped ease her sadness

Than all the times we wished good tidings
With anger and sorrow haunting our thoughts
Than all the times where we said nothing
Because it was just too painful to consider

Than all the moments etched permanently into our memories
Than all the moments forgotten from our thoughts

I see the pain on my wife’s face
And I hear her shouting that she can’t do it
While everyone present assures her
she can

But I don’t see the frustration and the sadness that lead to this moment
And that’s when I know

That all this pain
Is more bearable

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
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