Vistors I never see
enjoy the darker rooms
take what they want
reptilian in their greed
and then, with a smirk
leave their footprints.
Pick me up, soda man
a misfire maybe, but those
lips I never felt
linger, and the smell of
incense drowns out the rest, the
din of my own thoughts
until I'm in love, and no
memory of the ways you brought me here.
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Sunday, July 29, 2007
Thursday, July 26, 2007
Medulla Oblongata
Mother, he said
every person
dies like this:
unwrapped, un-
lived,
left
as if
Only those
beats, steady,
long,
only that heart,
nothing else
gives
any man
thought, love, friendship,
as if.
every person
dies like this:
unwrapped, un-
lived,
left
as if
Only those
beats, steady,
long,
only that heart,
nothing else
gives
any man
thought, love, friendship,
as if.
Intraparietal Sulcus
I did
not want to see
the trees. My
attention flew
past,
and
really, where was the
inspiration?
everyone looks for
truth
and
love
Searching in
underbrush,
leaves, anything but those naked
cherry tress, still
unblossomed in winter,
swaying without the weight of spring.
not want to see
the trees. My
attention flew
past,
and
really, where was the
inspiration?
everyone looks for
truth
and
love
Searching in
underbrush,
leaves, anything but those naked
cherry tress, still
unblossomed in winter,
swaying without the weight of spring.
Labels:
attention,
intraparietal sulcus,
love,
metaphor,
spring
Temporal lobe
The
elephant's first
memory is
peanuts, and
over and over that
rusted crunch, shell to shell
and
long snout over nuts.
Later, in
old age, only
bars
everywhere.
elephant's first
memory is
peanuts, and
over and over that
rusted crunch, shell to shell
and
long snout over nuts.
Later, in
old age, only
bars
everywhere.
Striatum
Such elegance in
the lost
reason, and the
indifferent hands.
a man, no more
than a man alone,
undressed, re
made with L-dopa
the lost
reason, and the
indifferent hands.
a man, no more
than a man alone,
undressed, re
made with L-dopa
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