#poetry precursor

[notsocheezy]

Brain Curd #486

Brain Curds are barely-edited fiction, poetry, or just about anything else - drafted in a day or less. Mmm… cold plums.

Penned 2025.12.24

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Brain Curd #473

Brain Curds are barely-edited fiction, poetry, or just about anything else - drafted in a day or less. Sometimes it takes a bit more refining...

New Skin In The Game

Sew up my sleeves, I’m late for the bris

Running damn late but no busses were missed

Soon comes tomorrow and the broker is pissed

Check off - I’ve new skin in the game

Majority ruled, a minority town,

Walking down mem’ry a ghost on the hill,

All of my sobbing won’t make just a sound

But the bill, the bill, the bill is profound,

So cover my shame with a moth from a wallet,

Drown out the pain with a curse and a bullet,

Utter the same old, the same old profane

Too bad - I’ve new skin in the game

You’re losing, your nature, your face on the floor,

Your vices are doubling and you just bought more

Tossing and turning my bed for a door

I’m laughing, I’m crying, I’m building up score

What a joke is your buskin, your pity a slight,

Reviled by the city so you stroll out at night

Picking up pennies to pay for a bite (of my quarters)

Thumb back - I’ve new skin in the game

Penned 2025.11.13

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Brain Curd #174 - Poetry Precursor #7

Brain Curds are lightly edited flash fiction poetry - practically first drafts - posted daily (haven't missed one yet!) and sometimes written with the express intention of being terrible… but, you know, in an endearing way. Please like and reblog if you enjoy - the notes keep me going!

Also, I've been hard at work planning the future of several Brain Curd series today, which is why this is an abnormal Curd. Enjoy!

[notsocheezy]

Brain Curd #240

The blood specter of death hangs over the midnight air. I am running. Running. Out of breath. I worry I have torn my stitches but to slow my pace is to be caught. To be captured by men with red dripping from their teeth and the women they drag by chains.

I'm scared, but you didn't need me to tell you. You made your choice anyway. You didn't care. You wouldn't listen if I'd bothered to say it. And you will cheer as they tear me limb from limb in the public square, an example. You let me die without living so you can live without dying, but you won't, you fool, you have played into the hands that strangle your own neck.

As soon as they finish with me, they will be after you, and you, and you, until there is nothing but screams and gnashing of teeth as far as the severed ear can hear. You have made it yourself, o wise one, o anointed: this is the Hell you’ve always grinned about. Take your place in his lap with the body you have left.

[cocosmodernlife-blog]

Okay... for something a little less depressing.

The next poem I post is going to be comprised entirely of 30 Seconds to Mars' song titles.

It's not wonderful, but I worked on it all fucking day, so it's getting posted. (I'm not good at sci-fi ish stuff, and I really had no choice based on their song titles.)

It's broken into three parts, and each part is an album.

Enjoy.