Saturday, September 4, 2010

Like The Love For A Clean House Valentine

Mostly the brain looks
like a pile of intestines
or a pile of naked bodies
so interwoven there’s
no unmarveling them
if you look closely
what we’ve got here are
furrows that keep migrating
a depression lasting
a million years
blank periods until
new hands can make new
weapons to tear down
the old brain
which back in the day
had to be drilled
from the ocean floor
and only slowly
floated to the surface
and carefully set in place.

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