False America

False America

By Brett Nielsen

Oh my pocket

Show me the wealth that I don’t care

Brief society to fuck it

Oh my pocket

Our government is not fair

Dont have enough change for that pear

Oh my pocket

Mr. Eyepatch

Mr. Eyepatch
By Brett Nielsen

You look like hell.

Have you been sailing the seven skies?

Have you stole any treasures?

You look like hell.

Why drink so much?

When you dont say argh?

You look like hell.

Where is your blade of freedom?

How do you still have two normal legs?

You look like hell.

“Because I wear an eye patch,

doesn't mean I am a pirate.”

You still look like hell.

Hatter You Rhyme MAd

HATTER YOU RHYME MAD

By Brett Nielsen 

Purple hat he wore

Purple suit he darned   

This guy answered in rhyme

“Time, but Deja vu,

You will be great,

but don't skate a figure eight.

The ice will crack,

and your back won't be nice.

Go straight ahead,

and don't befriend.

See a caterpillar,

but don't catapult.

Dont lose your mind

Grind your teeth

and begin to search

but beneath the church,

lies awake the  ancient,

break the patient, but

sound the alarm

soul must be found,

listen to the crickets,

they appear in your bowl

drink the beer,

try not to think,

behind you will peak

but not to seek,

find you will need

Ticket to the steed.”

The time he wasted of mine

Milk by brett nielsen

breeze of autumn whips around my legs

colors of trees slowly fade

Mist that flows from my nose, 

follows me with only the sky as my ceiling. 

manmade structures of warmth towers

still in shorts and flip flops,

the cold, gently sliced across my legs,

hunger cries with in the depths of my hollow stomach
A tear of milk drops into the desert,
clinching between my fingertips.
Drink up.

Cup With Joe

Cup With Joe
By Brett Nielsen

Mention morning off starts,

as a loading screen forth,

a computer.  One sip

at a time. The bar fills

slowly. Creeps on my tongue,

tasty cocoa flavor,

Hint of coconut, drop

of almond. Sips of two.  

bar litter too sudden,

the tartness creates,

tropical paradise.

One drink, brings to my soul,

awake. Fifty percent.

Safe and comfort, rises

to the event, flutter

in my tummy. Last gulp,

Downloading Completed.

Dreams Come True
By Brett Nielsen


I'm looking,
at the moon.
staren myself down,
in this spoon.
to see it all,
come true.

Spelling your name,
in alphabet soup.
trying to get,
through loop
Keeping up,
with time.
not spending,
a dime.

Your voice,
like wind chimes
Sound makes,
me happy.

Your voice like,
a harp
Played by,
angels.
Makes the,
day.
Want to see,
you stay.
Would be the,
best day.

Dr. Dew

Dr. Dew by Brett Nielsen

Sizzling, popping
2 liquids fused,
One colorful drink,
Each sip,
Transforms.
As one.
Each sip.
Completes my meal,
Every empty glass.
Compliments,
Every smile