
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
About the Creator
Bren
"It's just a token of my extreme!" - Frank Zappa
"Cause it's all in the heat of the moment It's all in the pain!!!" - Devin Townsend
Centre Stage with the wonderful Heather Hubler


Comments (5)
Was just listening to track above .. I didn’t know it very well, for shame, but I loved it.. thanks for sharing it.😊👍 Also nutty piece- well done! 😁
A poetic work in a chaos. Loved it!
That was seriously messed up, and I love it!
Bafflingly entertaining. I like it... Butt... I think you meant "hearsay" ... Lol. Another enjoyable read as always Brenton.
Lol, frozen popsicle butt sex. Loved your poem!