Brenton William Brookings

a hole in my head

There's a hole in my head where the rain gets in a spot on my cranium wearing thin.Rabbits and birds will come make it their home then finally---(maybe)---I won't be alone.The ...
Posted by Brenton William Brookings on Sat, 31 May 2008 12:06:00 PST

late night maudlin street

It is becoming clearer and clearer every day that there is absolutely no reason for me to still be living here. Every day, another reason migrates from the "PROS" column to the "CONS".It's embarrassin...
Posted by Brenton William Brookings on Wed, 23 Apr 2008 09:54:00 PST

a darkened room

Tonight I travelled back in time to a night two years ago.To a darkened room in a quiet house. It was a place I used to know.I saw a face I recognized. It was the b...
Posted by Brenton William Brookings on Sun, 17 Feb 2008 02:21:00 PST

the ballad of little lyra

Gather 'round, little dogies, and hear the tale of a portable music device that's all but gone up the flume. That's cowboy-talk.This is my 40GB RCA Lyra MP3 Jukebox. It just turned four years old this...
Posted by Brenton William Brookings on Thu, 03 Jan 2008 05:20:00 PST

WAR IS OVER!

Today is the 27th anniverary of John Lennon's murder. Like Abraham Lincoln and Martin Luther King before him, nobody with such powerful ideals about world peace can last too long a world like this one...
Posted by Brenton William Brookings on Sat, 08 Dec 2007 03:35:00 PST

disassembled from the neck up

I'm made entirely of breakable surfaces,but I am everything I claim to be.You are little more than complete deception.I should have known you were pretending.I left my head somewhere in your bedrooman...
Posted by Brenton William Brookings on Fri, 14 Sep 2007 05:19:00 PST

watering the sea

I'll have you know that I don't think of you.I have no love for someone so untrue.Not long ago, you were in my life.I forgot about you the minute that you died.And do you know you're not even a memory...
Posted by Brenton William Brookings on Tue, 28 Aug 2007 07:59:00 PST

an analysis of my hotness

I confess. I'm a "Hot or Not" user. If you don't know what that is, it's a site where you upload pictures of yourself and anonymous visitors to the site give you a rating one a scale of one to ten, an...
Posted by Brenton William Brookings on Sat, 11 Aug 2007 01:28:00 PST

I was made for something better

Funny story.I went job searching today. I've been in serious need of a job for a long time, and one can only procrastinate for so long. I went to apply at this major office supply chain because my aun...
Posted by Brenton William Brookings on Fri, 10 Aug 2007 03:17:00 PST