BRANDEN B. BRANDEN Poems

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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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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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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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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Folded blossoms,
Rain soaked lilies
That float down
On the pavement
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