Brian Sonberg Poems

Alone doesn't come with peanuts,
That's an upgraded seat.
Her money buys illusions of
Business trips;
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Visceral solo
Reaches crescendo,
Pops like a guitar string
Whose tension grew too great.
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This blurred-around-the-edges lifestyle
Is haunting.
But he can't give it back now.
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Stirring inconsistencies of life.
And still the blackouts seem
To want to keep up this struggle;
A desire to hold on.
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Pariah!
Savior of your own skin.
Most wish to fill books,
Not leather with green.
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She rose late,
The memories of last night,
Vivid;
Still too difficult to face.
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Why sing so softly,
When the world is so loud?

Tread on my eggshells,
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Let's talk about the rain,
Or the lack there of,
As it seems.
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How had we come to be in this place?
The ground so green,
The sky often below the snowy peaks,
Clouds frequently broken by crags.
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The serpent lays where once we rested,
Waiting patiently for new prey.
Though the track was often tested,
We thought we should not wait.
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