The War by Brandon Shane

The War

My father yells we won the war built it all concrete electric
sewage classrooms hospitals water pipes what are you complaining
about and I say all those people died then as people die now
but people hang new calendars and grow quieter
plant coffee on tables atop green carpets
what else can be done but grow and my father yells
we won the war we won the war we won the war
and I say yes we won the war we won the war
he says pick up a history book and I say we wrote
the history books and he says so what
are you complaining about we
voted for the same guy.

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Brandon Shane is a poet and horticulturist, born in Yokosuka, Japan. You can see his work in Rattle, trampset, Variant Lit, The Chiron Review, Stone Circle Review, IceFloe Press, The Marrow Poetry, ONE ART, among others. He graduated from Cal State Long Beach with a degree in English.

The Coming Depression by Brandon Shane

The Coming Depression

Near closing, a bagboy
scans my beer and chicken wings,
throws them into a plastic bag
that will soon be outlawed,
and he drops a beer bottle
a few inches above the conveyor belt,
before throwing it in
along with the rest of the junk
that reflects my double chin.
I think of the minimum wage increase
to seventeen dollars an hour
in the coming year, he looks
at me with disgust,
overweight with a stained white shirt
from sloppily eating barbeque
during my lunch break,
and him, handsome, fit,
ready to be observed
by beautiful things,
but for now, he grimaces
at the rose scented bath bombs,
one-dollar Christ candles,
warm plastic bouquets
made for a distance,
eventually he smiles
as I slip him three bills,
and I think of him later
stuffing my face
into a bamboo pillow
like an old dog
who did it again.

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Brandon Shane is a poet and horticulturist, born in Yokosuka, Japan. You can see his work in Rattle, trampset, Variant Lit, The Chiron Review, Stone Circle Review, IceFloe Press, among others. He graduated from Cal State Long Beach with a degree in English.