Saturday, June 27, 2009

brain pudding

i lack a sense of self
my brain fades
my mind drifts
my brain doesn't remember who it is
thoughts clouded
fog inside my skull
my brain is goo
no sharp edges
no definition
a familiar dream
a state of mind
the stream of brains washed up on shore
no sharp words
words that meld into the sounds around them
not an arrow
but a gelatinous object
useless as a weapon
wobbles when hit
i am sculpting my jello mold of a brain
but it melts
time to set the thermostat to cool
the brain needs to chill out
frozen jello hard as rocks
shoot my brain from a cannon
obvious outcome
what is it that you are looking for
why do you move
what are you doing

Monday, June 15, 2009

black hole brain

inside my skull is a void
sound is sucked through me ears
swirling around in my skull
fueling the cannon in the back of my head
the pressure is building
the floor of my skull crumbles
the brain people fall within the cracks
the commander of the neurons sits safely in his head quarters
at the top of the skull
gazing upon upon the disaster below
his eyes grow
ice cream, soft and cold, being funneled in from the mouth
icecream mixed with remnants of the disaster
the icecream disaster being sucked up into the black hole
water pours in from the ears
the ocean being sucked into my head
my head fills with sea urchins
both my ears sucking in sea creatures
2 sharks smash against my head one against each ear
the sharks fuse with my head
their tails spiraled together to plug up the black hole
and i live on known as the man with sharks coming out of his head
walking the streets,
but don't get to close to the shark heads
their mouths are motion activated
the kids throw objects in the sharks mouths
i now wear a helmet so the objects wont damage my own head
tennis shoes stolen to be fed to the sharks
cant be having the sharks doing that, a lawsuit may happen
specially designed helmets fitted to the heads of sharks
the correct distance from the head so the teeth wont activate
boring sharks lost their purpose
back to the ocean
the sun goes down