Best Brendan Poems

The last time I heard your voice
Was when you were on the S.S. Charlotte
You said I was ornery
For breaking your computer
I haven't heard from you since
No letters, e-mails, or phone calls
I'm worried sick
But I shouldn't be
Because you're worried about me
And my well-being
That's why you left...

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BRENDAN AND BOBBY

Brendan joined the Provos in the spring of seventy eight
The local pub was bombed and killed his brother and his mate
Bobby joined the UDR when he was seventeen
His uncle had been murdered, in the colours of the Queen

Brendan had his first kill and...

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Brendan ain’t ‘Able’

The teacher preached that we are all ‘different but similar and 
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Off-beat pulse, echoed heart to part,
Separate slime of sweating art.

Body but a corpus, corporal careless muck,
Limbed flubber army legs lashing ‘gainst the yuck.

Mind but memory in meld with melted vision pours,
Trickles of tickled tactile tethers; ancient sores.

A Gelphling gathers Skexy exorcism,
Against a wizard’s litany of...

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My body is an ear.

Absorbing whispers meant for others' mouths that only close to wait to shove out more sound. 

In other directions.

Towards another mouth.
Mouths who vomit sounds for the sake of sound.
Mouths that speak without a plan for other mouths.

Earless mouths.

Blathering on until they...

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Your eyes are knives.

Your way of skinning rabbits,
Is quicker than mine.

Piercing daggers,
Across photonic records.
The visions take their toll.
Echoed sudo chambers across a viking floor of snow.

The wrong side of walls,
Surrounded by enemies.
The blue of my eye smaller each year.

Until I climb with teeth and heel:
Unafraid...

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