Bree: Poems

126 · Jul 31

it

Bree Jul 31

it

why does every poem start with i

#i

118 · Jul 25

A Dooms Day Family

Bree Jul 25

A Dooms Day Family

It was in a context of words only bound when spoken into existence. Then it became law.
Then it became the Word of Gods.
It became verses to memorize.
To live by.
A thing they coined as “the Narrative.”
Nazareth on steroids.
The birthplace of Saviors judicated in full force.
Henceforth, the Family Bible was conceived;
which was later put through much arbitration to become law.

#family #religion #fear #narrative

92 · Jul 30

Petting Zoos Are Evil

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

91 · Jul 22

Oh, man

Bree Jul 22

Oh, man

You would think having roommates would be difficult.
And you would be correct.
There is nothing like a good old roommate. Or roommates.
That word.
Gets me everytime.
We are supposed to be friends. We have rooms, and we are mates. But, mates could be mating.
I’ll put it to you this way,
being single and alone for a hot minute of your life is paramount.
Do this and you will have zero regrets.

#noregrets #zero #nofigs #thebird

73 · Jul 30

Freelance

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

70 · 5d

Brain Vacation

Bree 5d

Brain Vacation

No need for clocks
knowing in your bones that it’s 5:01 in the morning.
Time is being kept by something else now.
Waking in the mornings is effortless and free of any anxiety.
Every soft step taken is followed with weights falling. Burdens lifted. Coffee with the women. The men outside or in the barn

#brainfog #peace #clarity

68 · Jul 22

Field Trip Day

Bree Jul 22

Field Trip Day

It’s time to go there now.
The City of cement, sleet and dark that makes itself visible.
Stacked sedans fill a highway stretching to Jersey.
Rain turns to splatter while I operate this vehicle.
Yep. I’m driving
I am in the driver’s seat, and I am driving in a gray sedan on a highway next to gray sedans.
Inches of ancient dust that could perhaps be classified as cataclysmic residue of a previous apocalyptic expanse has seized the City.

#80s #nostalgia #time #creative

66 · Jul 22

Tomorrow

Bree Jul 22

Tomorrow

There isn't any air.
Nothing is going in, and nothing is coming out.
The middle horizon stays a middle horizon.
There isn’t a sunrise nor a sunset.
It’s perfect, considering its methane country.
Explicit sirens sound off, with tales of emergency in the skies. Swinging and reading this newspaper is my apparent new pastime.

#apocalypse #doom #endtimes #gross

64 · Jul 22

Wait

Bree Jul 22

Wait

It’s a cut of prime rib,
that I slice to your size specifications,
served with a heaping side of horseradish.
I hate this ******* clip on bow tie they make us wear.
La Cave. Underground niche joint,
where all the cocktail waitresses and servers wear
******* clip on bow ties.
We specialize in meats and baked potatoes with endless amounts of butter, sour cream and ******* chives.
And don’t worry honey, I’ll be sure to bring you a whole plate full of baked potato sides.
Quantity is very important in La Cave.
The quantity of your tip depends upon it darling.
Sultry, red misted desperate dwelling of men
who dampen even the highest of spirits.
Where is my pronged fork for this huge slab of insultingly low grade prime rib?
It comes with all the sides you could ever want.
No questions asked.
And that **** little honey of a gal, that waitress right over there will cut you off a slab as thick and as cheap as you want it.
Happy Hour can **** it.

#grit #grime #server #life #meat #potatoes

52 · Jul 22

(ago)

Bree Jul 22

(ago)

the echoes of evil
Live on in our parents
will never stop
unless we remove the walls
upon which to echo.

#family #growth #newpoetry

50 · Jul 31

Sanrio

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

50 · Jul 22

Ladies

Bree Jul 22

Ladies

We count our blessings,
We love them so.

We leave at luncheon,
Linen and all.

Cradles have done rocked,
They have fallen.

The comfort of cloth and swaddle,
Is to be embroidered onto edges,
Yet to be unfolded.

In another pitch,
In some place between you,
and me and thee.

#femine #energy #creative

49 · Jul 31

being born

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

43 · Jul 31

Space Beds

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

43 · Jul 22

non sequitur

Bree Jul 22

non sequitur

Placid.
Pope.
Pious.
Dope.
Drugs.
Police.
Smug.
Faces.
Mugs.
Acid.
Lemon.
Ice.
Space.
Dimension.
Grace.
Alarm.
Grass.
Petrol.
Harps.
away
Task.
Eyeballs.
Zebras

#nonsequitur #nonsense #dream #dreamscape #clash

41 · Jul 27

Some Paino

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

38 · Jul 22

Live Long

Bree Jul 22

Live Long

mind melt
into obscurity
meld mind
into whisps
wisps
wisp
a tiny sliver.
No one will see
the smallest of light for few to view
strike hands
and knives
for all to see
stand naked with
shells in hand
gleam and glean
about the wheat and chaff
make noises til our mother laughs

amid the sea: grey, gold and fire
the embers of waves in twilight
bloom and die and live
in atoms once created
now forgotten

#beach #freedom #sadness

36 · 7d

Blockbuster

Bree 7d

Blockbuster

You can remember
A story always changing
The horse doesn't always have to die
Even though he drowned
Even after, time will tell
A story in a wishing well
the end is never Fin.

#80s #movies #endings #change

35 · Jul 23

Gross

Bree Jul 23

Gross

Paralyzed. A man is watching me.
I just know. From where, I do not.
He is watching my every movement.
My every breath. I need to see him.
Just a glimpse would suffice. No. Breathing, regularly. In and out.
So NOW I’m hungry? Look up at the ceiling.
Tell yourself everything is okay.
There is a ceiling for one. That is pretty okay.
To the left of me I spy a coffee maker.

#college #new #redheadintodrphlox

34 · Jul 22

Fun Time Ghost

Bree Jul 22

Fun Time Ghost

His arm is over my waist as I sleepily adjust.
Bristles of an old, worn curtain against my hip.
I can feel that.
That scratchy cloth barely grazing my thigh made me feel more alive. I knew I had to be alive.
No way I’m dead.
I would like to be the first ghost who feels a breeze.

#ghost #guys #fun #time #ladies

32 · Jul 22

2002

Bree Jul 22

2002

Candy perfume
Cotton candy clouds
Unicorns drinking tea
With an umbrella made for three
Teddybears in suits
Ladybugs weave glitter
Blades and chocolate
Butter and veal
Soft and sweet
Timid and mild
Golden tipped chipped china
Eggs on goblets stand
A tap
A knick
A spank
A kick
And all you add is pepper
Until you sneeze
Baby candy bears
Minty chocolates
Melting fudge away
Breathing in peppermint bark tea
Basking in the muddled blend
Of pink and blue and stars and diamonds
The nighttime dreams to begin
Nonsensical tantrum of sleep
Of unnatural restlessness prevades
Another place awaits you
Deeply packed in salt
A well taken care of spot
Renewing the smell of steak, medium rare
Reds and white galore

#aging #past #dream #dreamscape

27 · Jul 26

The Great Silence

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

23 · Jul 22

Chasm

Bree Jul 22

Chasm

waves crash like scrolls
on tan depths
holes in sand
demons in heaps

Starfish cartwheels
in ocean tides

relinquish

All the points propelling
nosedive banks
dunes of lands forgotten
   never there
   always changing

a spare seaweed
to cover squares
of liquid candor and civilized speak
   a language only mean swans
          And tides can provide.

#ocean #loneliness #boredom #freedom

14 · 1d

Sleepover

Bree 1d

Sleepover

The puppy is located in room two according to the Motel 8 Times.
I heard it last night, puppy howling into nothing.
Just annoying while I was taking an enormous bath.
The news itself is crude, Kinko sponsored.
But there are no more cigarettes. Only habit.
Holding a pencil gets the job done. Jabbing at the Times.
Dusk time sun makes his presence known.
Brazen, bold crimsons and hazy salty airs perfume this rinky **** motel bathroom.
The essence of what that cigarette used to provide me.
Blazing through a small, dark blunt, everything becomes certain.

4 · Jul 25

Random Old Guys

Bree Jul 25

Random Old Guys

I am sitting next to Captain
another man is sitting in a shadowy corner.
He has a gray beard that reaches down to his man ****.
He eyes me, takes a mental picture, and proceeds to smile his way through his conversation on how blessed we all are that a mother is here.
Who the **** is this guy?

#grandpa #gross #grime #men

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