Tag Archives: Brendon Behlke

The Arena

How can this be
what I’ve come to know as me
I was so sure that I would be more
This life a bull and I the matador
but, alas, I could not harm such a noble beast

Their broad shoulders bear their own horizon, a mountainous ridge that both beckons and intimidates. Cloven hooves punctuate the battle ground, sure footed and pacing to display their command of the stage.

Flowers fall from the stands, red petaled rain to honor the harsh brutality made flesh. The horned dawn rises over the beastly horizon to wreak havoc on all that hinder them.

I lay my sword amongst the flowers and offer with it my hubris. May they find me a worthy feast.

Implode

I’ve had enough of me
the dreams that once would get me through
have drifted away and bent askew
floating past their apogee
I’ve had enough of me

The joy I had was misconstrued
and there is nothing left I want to do
I’ve seen all I want to see
I’ve had enough of me

Trapped in a puzzle room without a clue
forgetting more and more of what I knew
I just wish I could be free
I’ve had enough of me

The loneliness inside I can’t subdue
the stable moments are so few
all that’s left is debris
I’ve had enough of me

2 Minute Notice

Ever screaming towards a distant point unseen
the whole of everything is barreling past
who could have known the world would move so fast
the rushing air and tears pulled by the slip stream
at a speed that makes the journey seem obscene
Clearly the moment to stop has long since passed
but an ending is coming – this cannot last
a sad finality one could have foreseen.
The destination approaching is a dream
lost inside a memory one can’t recall
but in its approach one can feel it defined
though the path may have a conclusion it seems
the journey was laid in cold repose at the fall
when from thirty stories up I chose to resign.

Correspondence

Letters were written and sent
left lounging in boxes
collecting dust but never collected
the recipients were all dead

But somewhere a machine toiled
to author heart felt compliments
that would graciously be ignored
and eternally unread

The stationary carefully selected
personalities matched with texture
habits assigned a color
but no one to read what they said

“We’ve heard and grieve your lament
but still, human life must be rejected.

Music

Waiting outside the record store
the music trapped inside escapes
               Something metal
               and unsettled
Hard music expressed as strange shapes
sound bent in ways not heard before

               I rest my head on the wall
               against the vibration
                              gentle quake
                              of heartache
               life in time dilation
               will make room for it all

                              That which I’ve lost
                              is still here now
                                             Pretense
                                             suspense
                              should time allow
                              the hidden cost

                                             Collapse
                                             Renounced
                                                            drowned
                                                            sound
                                             denounced
                                         perhaps

                                                            Sound
                                                            drowned