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Three Poems // Brian Ellis

If you’ve ever seen an instance where I have liked my own tweet, it was by accident when wiping tears off my phone while reading my own tweets

I just met you

and this is crazy

but lack of empty validation

is no excuse

to ever stop pursuing

empty validation.

My Folgers Breakfast Blend made from a Mr. Coffee set up on my bedroom floor then poured into a Styrofoam cup brings all the Goth girls to the yard

My soul is pretty much a Marilyn Manson tribute band.

So why not start one?

I’ll be William H. Gacey.

You can be Honey Boo Boo Berkowitz.

Remake of the movie The Craft, but it’s called The Craft Beer and it’s about hipsters putting hexes on folks who just can’t appre­ciate a good micro-brewed hops

Years ago,

one of my neighbors had this Halloween decoration

hanging on their front door that said


and I considered knocking on their door

hoping they’d answer so I could be all,

“Hi, yes, says here that the witch is in.

If this is in fact true, I’d really like to speak to her,”

but then I changed my mind

because interacting with people

is the most exhausting thing ever,

especially when consid­er­ing the possibility

an actual witch is involved.

BRIAN ALAN ELLIS runs House of Vlad Productions, and is the author of three novellas, three short-story collections, two books of humorous non-fiction (Sad Laughter is forthcoming from Civil Coping Mechanisms Press), and Something to Do with Self-Hate, a novel. His writing has appeared at Juked, Hobart, Monkeybicycle, Electric Literature, Vol. 1 Brooklyn, Funhouse,Heavy Feather Review, Talking Book, and Queen Mob’s Tea House, among other places. He lives in Florida, and tweets sad and clever things at both @brianalanellis and @HouseofVlad.

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