Fall 2007 / Spring 2008

Bradley Burjan

There's really not much to it. I drink alcohol and I obsess over the stupidest things. If anything, writing is my last shot at sanity.

making a kingdom out of bricks

by Bradley Burjan


if
we bought
an ounce
of this
kingdom,
we might be
safe.
i say
fuck it,

let's steal
the real
estate
and build
everything
that we know
to be
here,
into these
words
that we have
spoken.

and let's let
these words
grow
into the arches
that support
these bricks,
our bricks,
the bricks
that we water
everyday,
with every
spoken
conversation
that we have.
i don't think
it's pretending
anymore.

i don't subscribe
to the theory
that safe
means safe.
we've got these
bricks
that could
crush
the past
into
a coffin
of dirt.
and these
bricks also
support bridges,
which we already
have.

and my
god,
where we
are,
makes us
already there.
which is
here,

on empty
land,
viewing
a blueprint
that was already
standing.