tanner brockwell

the weird
by tanner brockwell
the weird
the bizarre
the far from mundane
the world we knew
broke in two
the shiny halves
ignorant and strange
the mystery
and yet the game
of chance
and some success
there is wonderment
there is less
and all while we watch
the morning trails
shroud dark morning paths

click click
by tanner brockwell
click click
rotary motion
the smell of hell
the reverberant air
tanging on the tongue
built and felled
psyche emergent
this rustle
in the prairie grass
the wind blows
constant change
cold as ice
cold heart
nickel copper base
rings you cannot wear
something says
as neighbors say
walking upon the unpaved
riding upon the wide
and open the door
there is destined to be
something you could play
the air swirls like storm
leaves [...]