My life is all rescheduled appointments and laundromats, man.
Talkin' day late payments, paying with change and riding my beat down roadbike home when it's
freezing foggy and windy outside,
and i'm always hungry.
I'm all about clocking out at 4:30 and having nowhere to go
no life to live
where I am the sun is setting twenty four seven,
always sitting lukewarm and tired on the horizon,
ready to just
drop in the ocean.
The beads on my bracelet fall off methodically and I wonder what does it mean.
I am the over analysis of a missed call
a misplaced sigh an unpecked kiss
an ungiven gift
a dying batch of flowers
a misshapen cloud an unsent letter
an unspoken I love you.
The beads on my bracelet keep falling off and I'm still wondering
What's it all mean.
......
My coffee usually sits cold on a plastic table
when it's dark outside
i'm tired and i don't want to ride that bike home again....
the beads have all fallen off
and my
string bracelet is wearing thin like my sanity i wonder
WHAt's iT aLl MEaN.
I'm the slumbering deadbeat
sometimes I think I'll let someone else
break through the stratosphere and i'll just
live in a box behind alberstson's.
My
pen
runs low on ink most days and my
my voice usually falls silent when i need it,,,,
some times my hands are so cold I can't feel my own heart beating.
My string bracelet fell off yesterday when I was taking off my jacket.
It lay on the ground staring up at me, staring "I fucking hate you."
Now there's a tanline band on my wrist where the bracelet used to be,
a shadow of something important,
a distant,
foggy memory
fading into industrial fileds over the horizon.
My girlfriend left me last week and I can't help but wonder,
What's it all mean?
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Brandon poetry is you using your powers for good not evil. a super-heroic dishing up of words here. Many good lines. Not sure about the girlfriend part at the end. It maybe should have been implied. I like the bracelet breaking because it pulls together the piece. Thought at first the bracelet was meaningless. i like that it swore at you. Also like ading into industrial fileds over the horizon; some times my hands are so cold I can't feel my own heart beating; live in a box behind alberstson's (like that you specify albertsons). My favorite: where I am the sun is setting twenty four seven,
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oh... nice. thank you. yeah the whole girlfriend part was supposed to be like, i'm so caught up in analysis and obscure thought that i'm not as blown as i should have been by her departure, just deep in thought as to the cosmical meaning of it. it's silly, but it's what i was trying to imply
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