Brian Builta

Everyday Oblivion

Monday Rusty scissors in clumsy hands. A ponderance somewhere. A body of water, something resting at the bottom.
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Modern Mental Hygiene

Think of your brain as a trombone needing slide oil and spit valve relief. Frontal lobe as lazy soloist.
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Unsaid

Even the shampoo salesman attended the funeral, sat by Gary and Guelda lathering up his sympathy, strength of faith, power of prayer, promise of lavender.
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Poems by Brian Builta