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Another Now

a speck in a distance

By BrenPublished 2 years ago • Updated 2 years ago • 1 min read

six beers in

on a sub zero night

i wanted

to play

fuckin games

i wanted to go out

and be really noisy

i wanted

to call

people names

i sat on an empty highway

hurling empty abuse

my heart wasn't in it

i thought

(fuck)

what's the use

and then

watching

the numbers become letters

thirty minutes later

there was hen pecks

and red necks

slow motion train wrecks

simulated frozen popsicle butt sex

there was a sheep worrying innuendo

retarded dick shaped play dough

a very short pass off a long throw

everything was strictly need to know

quite simply

my wishes became here say

my objectives were moot

my plans hazy and frivolous

and redundant to boot

the then became this

and this this became

and echo of itself

and the then

from the now

that it was

and the future

another speck in

another distance

another place

another how

another space

another now

surreal poetry

About the Creator

Bren

“I know what I mean it to be and respect that someone else may read something entirely different.” Me

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