Dallin Bruun Poems

I'm so unstable
I mean, I took second in poker last night
and I was pissed because it was 2 in the morning
and it was going to throw my
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there's lots of different lunches and dinners
but I eat one thing for breakfast:
cold cereal
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I catch myself forming elaborate opinions
glancing at strangers walking to class

and maybe that's why nobody stares
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we wanted to see a 30 acre property
up South Fork Canyon
owned by some rich dude
who we scheduled to meet
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last night I woke up with a weird headache
like there was a poisonous marble
lodged in my brain
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I remember making my move
you were so young
and cute
sitting there with your family every week at church
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I still like to play with cars
especially hangers
which I pretend are a part car
part ski thing
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whenever someone's rude
I'm never rude back to my full potential
and I come home
and think about what I should have said
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I know we're supposed to be nice and all
but most people eventually bother me
and I'm sure I bother them
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screw iambic pentameter
stuttering in print
if Shakespeare were alive today
he'd probably be in Hollywood
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