Saturday, March 9, 2019

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The brain is a pliable thing.
It counts fish pills on Saturday,
and willingly speaks in fuzzy tongues.
It's a muppet frog; direct cousins with
the tip of Howard Cosell's microphone.

The brain is a graphic girl running
one dead leaf hand alongside the prickly
pear of a hidden face. (When a tear falls in
the brain it cannot be emphasized loud
or loudly enough) Green's a bitch to burn!

The brain might be a clumsy tree. It's definitely
a pocketful of mornings, a myriad of opiates,
maybe moonlit Mondays, and 3 god-damned
mocking jays yammering 'everything is shit,'
when it's actually just avocado or commando.

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4 comments:

  1. Isadora GruyeMarch 9, 2019 at 3:42 PM

    Oh, I really like how you personify then objectify the brain. The tone was playful, but pointed. Well done and viva la!

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  2. MarianMarch 10, 2019 at 7:22 AM

    Oh man, I really like this. Everything is shit! Indeed, smartypants jays.

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