Bree - Hello Poetry

Bree Jul 31

Sanrio

Swing time is over.
I’m tired and wander through an apocalyptic portal;
albeit a motel.
Landscapes of red dunes brandish the theme and the hot air hits me square in the face.
I am in Modesto.
A classic motif of the 80s dullness ascribed to each room of this Motel 8.
Then there is one room completely covered in everything Hello Kitty. Sanrio is serious.
The bed spread, the rugs, the pictures hung askew with intent
That sent me into a sleep I can only surmise as a coma.
Dreaming to sleep.

#coma #dreams #dreamscape #monkeybones #sanrio #hellokitty

Bree Jul 31

being born

It's really a pantry of sorts.
We are all sitting together.
Drinking tea and looking towards the swinging door.
Sometimes a chaotic burst has been known to ****** itself through that singular, chipped door of an indiscriminate time period.

The China is out with some over easy eggs and toasted white bread with butter and strawberry jam.
The laughing is jolly and merry.
The swinging door slams into the side of this pantry of sorts.
A home for us.
I stand up to the door. There is no one there.
Walking out of that swinging door, noticing that no one has noticed.
This cup of tea is amazing. Fragrant and warm.
Laughter follows me as I tip toe down the Great Hall.
The Golden Doors. The archway to everlasting life.
A drooping of my wrist, as keys appear on a rigid band of gold. Razor thin, silver keys weigh in on each other causing a dilemma. Each key is opaque with the silver only made visible from the sun that struggles to saturate the Great Hall I find myself standing in. Lifting my wrist proves a difficult task

#duh #whynot #fuckitties

Bree Jul 31

Space Beds

I do not know how to feel about bunkbeds
It is super cool if we can both agree immediately
Who gets top
And who gets bottom.
Just
How could you not want the bottom?
Forts, Midnight Movie madness party of one
The bottom bunk is by far the superior
Bunk
Plus, my little sister fell off the top bunk
And broke her arm.

#bunkbeds #winning #sisters #summerfun

Bree Jul 30

Petting Zoos Are Evil

That is a goat.
His eyes have rectangals for pupils
It is now charging
Food in a tiny cup is extended in full fear
It hits you square on your arm
Because at four
That thing is massive
But it is super fun and we paid good money.
Now ride this elephant at the Circus.
Mom can't go.
She is too fat.

#80s #circus #elephantride #pettingzoo #food #comicbookideas

Bree Jul 30

Freelance

You do not need to know what I do
It is a weird question
"What do you do?"
Followed by
"Hi, how are you?"
It is the bullshittery of it all
The nonsense like that of Aqua Net.
Keeping every strand in place girl
Don't you worry
Aqua Net has saved many a day
She is the superhero of the world

#aquanet #hair #weather #benign

Bree Jul 27

Some Paino

Go ahead Jeremiah
Play the piano cold
Remember not everyone is a genius
Remember Jeremiah
You hold the very keys
To escape
To go
To leave
To blow
To capture
Remember Jeremiah to

Languish in your cold deeds
That sealed the fates of many
Enraptured
To the entanglement
The snare
To think
To dream
To dare

In a web to destroy
In order only to rebuild
In semi-gloss
destroyed

#oldcrush #glowup #nerd

Bree Jul 26

The Great Silence

“The least of these shall not speak the name of Gods unless commanded to do so. Do not call upon the Gods. They shall call upon you.”

That means money. Shekels. Coin. Tax.
Cash in the God’s hands meant opportunity to work in order to provide more.
Some call it prison.
The God’s call it respect.

“The least of these will remain silent in the Days of the Great Return. Once he has descended onto the fold, your mouth shall dance with flavor. You shall be anointed with the grace of the Prodigal Son. The One who knows. The All Father. The seeing eye.”

#makebelieve #90s #blockbuster