jason brierly Poems

Jason, you're so crazy' I hear so often..
I know I'm crazy though..
Does one cease being crazy,
once they realize they're crazy?
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Finally asleep around 4am,
after a night locked in my head,
I found myself walking placidly
down a weathered, drab,
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Pointless and aimlessly,
The poet takes flight.
Unaware at the moment,
Of what he will write.
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110 degrees in the shade
With
40 percent humidity...
Sweating bullets
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Intricate Grace in Merging Words

Shades of yesteryears
dreams of needs
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This...
A funny series of pock marks,
Placed at a point
Where (like flung from afar)
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