BRANDEN B. BRANDEN

She looked over her shoulder
And her soul was emblazoned in fear at what she saw,
For the world, it seemed, had crept up on her.
With its coming and its going,
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There once was a cow and a goose
And the goose thought the cow was a moose
Cause he had dropped his glasses
In a pit of molasses
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Like steam in a dark room, there's a feeling inside
A feeling that feels like it's trying to hide
A feeling that's awkward in the back of the room
A feeling that breaks and sticks in shards in my gloom
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Horizons of smoke
The burdening
The woeful well.
Dropping ideas like rainwater;
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I am the pawn
Over I go
One by one
Is what I know
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When the fish is a fish
And the man is a man
The studious will say
The fish is a frying pan
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The surgeon lives
With razor eyes
He'll slice you down
To laughing size
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In thickened night, the fretful rapture came
Awakened in the dryness of straw-dead summer's mind
Cursing in wide, breathy howling as it went
Pushing lofty power over trees that blew and bent
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The sky turns hard
Like cauliflower,
And bleeds me out.
It turns hard,
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Actually, to
Consider
Reading
Over the left
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Will the dunces think of sticks and stones
And holler psalms of broken bones
When the cataclysms to be wrought
Is on all our race of dunces brought?
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I need to search the many bound books
To drag my mind over each page
Become a magnet for facts
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Folded blossoms,
Rain soaked lilies
That float down
On the pavement
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the blank face of
this page
stares back at me
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Could it be?
That the Sahara has relocated?
It drinks the austere sun
Chipping life to its
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I held myself as i was
Falling, and falling, and falling
Downward to blackness
Saying
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I saw a shooting
-star in the sky tonight
Mingled in
With the astronomical
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To dream the depths of a thousand
Worlds
And amidst the hope and rage there
Swirls
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Bananas and mangoes
So tasty and colorful
Floating in my head
Like musical notes
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Over yonder past stacks of wheat and hay
There lies the first pavements of a newly born city
Ever beautiful and frightening still
I am watching, standing like the American gothic
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