Night Sonnet No.4

by Brandon Roy

To escape the night, one must first
Recognize that it does not last forever

On the side of the bed the remains of
The day lie dormant, a testament of trying

To sort out a life not yet whole
A thin figure sleeps motionless

She is cold now. Angry, in a way
That no other woman could be

A stubborn woman who followed
You home one day and never left

You examine her body, she is devil's
Food cake. Be very careful of this one

She is a curve not seen until you
Are right on and it is too late to slow down.

The Drunk

by Brandon Roy

Her beauty is poisonous.
She is growing old in the sun, weathered by black rain.
She was a death charmer with a plastic face.
Her insides were empty and haunted.
She is the doppelgänger of a saint.
Her life is chaos.
She heals people at her job.
She harms people in spare time.
She is a monster. The sad part is she knows it.
Her life is a fraud.
She stains your thoughts.
She was the only one that could eat glass and not flinch.
She had the moon in her eyes.
I knew she was my ticket to hell.
Her aura is dirt.
You don't want her anymore.
That crazy broad will be the death of us all.
You want to kick her out.
She always does something nice to make you feel bad.
She is a gloomy Sunday.
She makes you want to drink.
You hide your wallet from her.
She is the life of the bar.

Strange Blindness - Sonnenizio on a line from Stacy Takeno

by Brandon Roy

One moment you are waiting and in the next
Breath it's all just a memory.

Two people in the
Middle of the moon.

Mixing memories and
Predictions.

Pieces of
The moon.

Two that are distant, one broken in
Two by the loss of the other.

A thought that
Breaks concentration.

Breathing in a memory
And exhaling a moment.