Robert Brendan Poems

Sometimes it will just
flash once
and the screen will say
new voice message
...

how long is this going to take
limbo period
conversation forced
if you are with others
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the sort of person that burns down
a housing project yet to
be inhabited by people
do they feel that the price
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Lets all take this moment
to rest the sun on our
faces
look up
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running how you will pose the
question
so you don’t screw it up
not suave
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sick
poking plate feeling in
my chest from
my ribs feels as if
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I own fifty
me two hundred
one for every day of the week
and two for Sunday
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we needed some glass
but I never seemed
to pick up enough
to last.
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today rob?
nothing. I replied
all I had done
all day
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curve turned
ridges
round about
to a woman back
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