Josh Brabender Poems

Out the window I peer again.
forehead rested on the pane
Clear conscience here, I feel no pain.
welcomed fog appears on the glass.
...

At the watering hole, they hide their flaws.
through money and clothes that cover the raw.
Sitting in silence, thoughts of how they look.
and what was the first impression people took.
...

This place like Alphabet soup with people of all sorts.
And with these people’s ways, the meaning of vacation they distort.
It's meant to bring family close and maybe have some fun.
But with judgment and conceited views neither can be done.
...

Karma says what goes around comes around
oh what a great concept that I’ve found.
how I’d like to meet the one that did conceive
this idea of a way to care which I now do believe.
...

Ink stained hands reluctant to turn the page.
For fear of another story guaranteed to cause a rage.
Eyes stare, face blank of emotion from page one.
B-ball was more important than the American lives made done.
...

People here say it's worth the wait.
But I’m putting that subject up for debate.
We waited three hours to wait some more
to be disappointed in what we waited for.
...

Head heavy from thoughts of returning.
Peace of mind from vacation does fade.
From school work written, my hand will be burning.
I think of good grades that will have to be made.
...

Temptation sneaks up
I grasp this brass AA coin.
The temptation fades
---
...

warm skin and warm mind
I kiss the rim of my glass
drifting in day dreams
---
...