Lately I'm a little obsessed with my brain, and how it decides what it decides, how it communicates with the rest of me, how it remembers and forgets things. How do I tell it to do something I need it to do? How do I talk to it, and who is I? It usually makes for terrible poetry and I understand that, but I gotta put 'em somewhere.

There is no record of this. 
No subject to do anything to any object.  
No perspective to be had of any aspect.  
This like so many other nervous impulses.  
There is absence 
of any substance 
of any notion. 
with no qualifier and without pause.

The End

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