Gigantic
meaty walnut twin.
Spongy;
transparent membrane skin.
Colossal,
hefty hemispheres,
Live
somewhere between my ears,
The
intracranial heart of me;
Heirloom
of my family tree.
I
worship your banal inventions;
Oh,
know-er of taboo intentions;
There,
where dreams forgot, expire;
Where
Machiavellian schemes transpire.
Powerful,
pulsing, pink gray-matter.
Round't
back- Medulla Oblongata.
With
lightning fast efficiency,
Two
eyes to serve it visually;
Memories
for regurgitation;
Whacked
and warped imagination;
Stores
language for communication;
And images, but not for masturbation. I don't know what you mean...
But
why, brain? Why this duality?
Why...
insecure me?
Perceptions cascade violently
Like
cliffs fall into fractured sea.
Ground
crashing down away from me.
My
descent a spectacle - a sight - a 'thing' for all to see.
Poor
bedraggled frazzled brain,
Part Crimea: a little less Ukraine.
Feeling
never ending strain.
Pushing
back-against in vain
With arty, anal alliteration,
Rude
relentless rumination;
Continuous
cock-eyed cogitation;
Perpetual
prattling preoccupation;
Persistent
peristaltic postulation.
Tithe
with herbal medication,
Washed
down with sharp intoxication.
Blurred
by senses enemy,
Eradicates
all memory
Away!
Away with intellectual floggin'...
And
rest thee... my most precious noggin.
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