Habritual
 

The magnificent now is felt so deep
 
But from perfectly pitched perch I leap
 
Into swirling whirlpool comforting sleep
 
Beneath the dulled diluted distraction
 
One becomes lulled lame satisfaction
 
And actions bear the wear and tear
 
Of self-sabotaging sneaky snares
 
Cannot escape what once is caught
 
With fleeting flowing of random thought
 
To sense the system’s hushing constraint
 
Halting loosed movement, brush, and paint
 
The image made clear and represented
 
Guilt, shame steered, and unrepentant
 
Without solid soil nor cover but foil
 
Contraption contorted over much toil
 
Where the arrow points
 
Pulls marrow and joints
 
They become unhinged
 
Nerves numb & singed
 
A lone cry for the wild
 
Recall that as a child
 
With smile now bared
 
Without further cares

The way was once known

My, how you’ve grown
 

                                                                                                           -Brandon Fenton 2014

Inebriatorio
 
Loneliness and drunkenness holding hands in the park
 
Shoe shuffling loose debris displaced clatter dogs bark
 
The echo sounds, concentric time rebounds curving in an arc
 
In upon itself, it spins continually missing it's mark
 
Fear becomes a chloroform of sedated breather's self
 
With no confidence in moments tense dismantling of health
 
Root returns from ashes burned to originary grounds
 
The lost unfound leaves only beacon pleading sounds
 
And hearts pound hard within hollow cavern chests
 
To circulate age old debates in name of skillful test
 
High scores merit all of one's deepest approbation 
 
Inflation of importance inherit feeblest affiliation
 
Changing stations but to renew protoplasmic goo   
 
And shoes march on despite long-gone wisdom laughing fools
 
The tools we raise to shape our days are dull and uninspired
 
The cool we praise a madness craze concealed by cackling liars
 
And fires lit to sooth our fits of mania and dismay
 
Illuminate the inchoate shading hidden grey
 
But where is found bravery deep among such toil & folly?
 
The parrots speak only replicates another cracker wanting Polly
 
The hunger mere mechanism, the drive but instinct
 
A subtle snide officer imprisoned within his own precinct 
 
The grandiose delusion unravels from the seems
 
Of rose tinted aspiration from twinkling starlight beam

-Brandon Fenton 2014