Poetry by Brandon Roy

I can’t believe

there are tears in the milk.There’s a simple explanation for what
you’re feeling-past life repression.And a bean counter shaped this
world. You remember filling your dreams with erections.The fact that
you have let the teddy bears live this long is nothing short for
wrong.
How cold is it up there on your elephant.Your cell phone will digest
your brain and shit needles.
Love is trimmed, four inches from the tip of the finger.It’s a frozen
satellite dinner.Now, put your change away. You could hurt
someone.Even rats have a first time for everything.

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