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Our malnourished souls
beat in opposite time.

We are not in sync,
in pattern.

Deprived, we are together
but somehow
a  p  a   r   t.
Bruised,
Bewildered,
Battered,
Broken.

What else starts with B?

Beautiful.
 Feb 2013 Brandon Barnett
Ugo
Funny how we woke up in the morning
and pretended that tomorrow never happened—
strutted naked in mirrors celebrating our youth,
laughing, knowing suns and moons couldn’t do the same.

We borrowed our arms from the fridge
and peddled bicycles with bad breath—
trading war stories ‘cause we knew
if we came back alive
life would still be the death of us.
 Jan 2013 Brandon Barnett
Ingrid
Through the thick soup of human plankton
A tiny gray particle
Me
In the thick soup of bodies
Human plankton
Me
Looking up
The sun clouded by layers of human plankton
Above me
Me
Looking up
Skies obscured by layers of human plankton
Above me
Me
Pushing my way up through the thick layers  of human plankton
Upwards
For just one, just one
Breath of fresh air
Plankton (singular plankter) are any organisms that live in the water column and are incapable of swimming against a current.  They provide a crucial source of food to many large aquatic organisms, such as fish and whales.

These organisms include drifting animals, plants, archaea, algae, or bacteria that inhabit the pelagic zone of oceans, seas, or bodies of fresh water. That is, plankton are defined by their ecological niche rather than phylogenetic or taxonomic classification. (From Wikipedia)

Though many planktic (or planktonic—see the next section below) species are microscopic in size, plankton includes organisms covering a wide range of sizes, including large organisms such as jellyfish.
 Jan 2013 Brandon Barnett
Anon C
Such a vast world
complex
devouring
would it not be enough
one life touched
one loved
loving back
in such emptiness
what more could be asked
seven billion
the largest fight is love
if even for just one
in seven billion
a whole other world
could be crafted
in such a light
In this twisted world
That rose from the ashes
Of our crazy old one
We don't feel
We don't act on impulses
Heaven forbid
I beg permission
From a higher-up
Official men
In official suits
Submerged in official lives
I plea to you
God in black and white
Give me your stamp of approval
I need your permission
To love love love
I've got a man in mind
Acceptable income
A promising arrangement
He snowboards
Plays the banjo
He's a sweetie
Permission granted?
We can hardly walk
Not now-ever?
Our guts are splitting
Our smiles taking over
Like little green army men
Bent on victory
Was there ever a time?
A splatter of moments
A twinkling age
when we weren't laughing
When the slightest provoke
Had us gasping for air
Everything in this simple world
Has my head spinning
So much delight
Secreted in hat boxes
Fading on shelves
At our grandparents homes
There's nothing alike
The nothingness in my skull
The loose grasp on decorum
You silly boy.
One day
You tell me
We'll run away
That's what you say
I don't trust you
Your promise
Already broken
Already gone
If we were to run
Where could we go
No car no train
No **** money
Weighing down our pockets
Empty we would roam
And alone I'd go
Alone to go home.
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