Brain burn,
fire of thought-
a little bit of
broken legion-
poems,
off
…in the mist
of faulty wiring
from synapse
charring,
Freedom:
that rabid mongrel
sawed the wings
off gibbering
angels,
how they touched me:
here,
here,
& especially
here…
dug it ’til the blood
and wrote some crazy bug…
—munch—
—salt—
—munch—
took a long walk
and thought:
fire!
That’s what
I’m on…
a brain burn
school of thought…
a little bit of
dain bramage.








The layout is perfect for the rhythm to shine here.
Sometimes the thoughts we have turn into fiery poems, and often those thoughts burn up before they get to the page.
WE hope to be able to scrape up some of the embers and still put a piece on the page.
“here, here and especially here.”
j.
This was a fun read. I was told you get more philosophical when smoking. Instead, you get the brain burn. Nice