Poetry: 2 poems by Brian Duran

Poetry: 2 poems by Brian Duran

Out of Step

good morning octopus
this land is rotting and you hold more durable shoes
i was never one for quoting too many sad songs
that's the first lie
it's an issue of focus
love is the subject line
“fuck you” is the body of the email you never sent
i don't write like that anymore
i simply don't write anymore
this is always what i write when i want to write more

goodnight sauerkraut
you taste bad and this land is going to shit so why bother
i was the first to steal a hidden quote from a sad song
that's the last truth
it’s a theory in existentialism
love is what you want it to be
fuck me is the poetry spilling out of her lips, out of a body i always seem to be touching
i don't write about anything anymore
i am not simple anymore
this will always be just words i'll never remember the meaning to

 

Pawn for You to Use

i see you
and though i don’t know who you are
i’m probably sitting on the corner of your bed watching you masturbate in a daydream i’m having on my long drive home from work
and you’re probably having dreams about fucking me in your sleep

existence is merely perception or some sort of bullshit string of words that are meant to sound profound
ask around
i don’t exist

you see me
and though you don’t know who i am
we could exist forever touching each other’s shapes, fitting them like puzzles pieces
i wonder what shape you are when you’re unplugged
but for now i’ll ask you to listen to Small Poppies by Courtney Barnett while watching muted videos of Nascar crashes
 

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