The Poetry and Prose of Brandon Hefley

an endless puzzle

you are what makes life a mystery an endless puzzle to put my pieces to all i wish i had was you an endless puzzle to put my pieces to

a horrible play

On display today as a musical play in 2108 the date August 21st, 2008. Act I humanity at its highest point of farce Act II humanity is manipulated and lost Act III mindless armies are built Act IV is nothing. an empty stage for ten minutes.

Se La Vie

The work days went fast looking through the lens at someone as beautiful as her. She was very really to me, and told me at the end of our last night together after beautiful cool conversations, and subtle electric moments “You see me.” She said And i really did. “I see you too.” She told me. As i did the gentlemanly thing and walked her to the elevators, she proceeded to tell [...]

listening to fake plastic trees

it’s the mind– when it feels like just then is always when it happens and it feels like almost but it was and it is and it’s still what it will always feel like “the real thing”

drunken poems on the flight home (written on napkins)

I. He’s a lucky man. All i know is you were not meant to love me. Your love is not for me. I’ll never know it. II. (Orlando Swamp Blues) Got no one to come home to got no one waiting for me, got no one giving a fuck about me except me and it sets me free.