I've Seen This One Before

I've Seen This One Before

Hazy memories,

Projecting in my mind’s eye

Through sentimental filters,

Are nothing but a

Bogus Capra-fication

Of underwhelming events.

Everybody has

Cinematic reflections;

More compelling, I suppose,

But what, then, is real

In our art-house memories…

And can “genuine” compare? 

My Introspective Blues

My Introspective Blues

By Brandon Palzkill

Stuck between the lifeless minutes

Of ongoing triviality

I’ve found myself

In a soul-sucking situation

And lost myself

To the foreseeable future

Where I’m wading through

A whirlpool of bullshit

As it bogs me down

With an undertow of self-disrespect

That aims to drag me

Into the darkness.

My aching mind dares to wander

Beyond the detrimental hindrances

Toward the promise

Of a nova-bright tomorrow

Where everything that’s earned

My ire

Becomes a receding reflection

In my rearview mirror.

Maybe I’ll hop in my apple red ride

And race into the

Transitional sunset

Where I’ll whistle a happy tune

and raise a salutary finger

To all the assholic aggravations

that have shaped

my chaotic, malcontent

existence.

Once the minutes tick behind me,

I’m gonna go my own way

And make my own fun

And then I’ll go to Disneyland

And have a nice day.

Personal Reflection

Personal Reflection

By Brandon Palzkill

There’s so much to be said and done,

and when it’s over,

what did we really accomplish?

I’ve said my peace and done my part,

but all in vain;

wasted and meaningless efforts

define me.

Hopefully, I still have time left,

to make the right choices,

to say and do what I truly should have

said and done, from the start,

to make it count,

and make something worthwhile of the

haphazardness in front of me.