Verse & Reflection
Poetry
Exploring embodiment, performance, vulnerability, and the ineffable moments between thought and feeling. Where language meets the limits of what can be said.
Fine Lines
Artists with the front facing persona - it's an illusion
Like how you're "fine" walking Upright with that brain contusion
We lean on singular words with multiple meanings,
but we don't know how to use them...
Poet, Proponent
My fists these cuffs my mouth rips this cus
Cuz cousin this is our life's sis y fus
but don't fuss too much
That's why your hands are in the man's
pushing back their demands...
The Tourbillon
Did I take the rope off my neck
just to put it around my wrist?
Inorganic elements
mimic a strangling fig vine...
More Poetry Coming
Additional poems exploring consciousness, embodiment, and the physical world currently in development. Follow @mrbrandonmills for updates.