Death Of Your Brain * Poem by James McLain
Death Of Your Brain *
Beneth the little wavy wires your hair roots transposed into your scalp
peeled back a skull opened up
some cheese grayish instead
of pink I think looking in a
hematoma large beside
some viens small inside no blood
death insued mark the time so well.Drinking and driving dont mix..
i might add [i SHALL add]: drinking and driving DO mix, but it makes a deadly cocktail. bri ;)
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8/12/2026 8:34:46 PM # rel_20260811T123139Z_a98d49b
James, Brain Dead? Not Quite! My brain's not dead; it's playin' 'possum, waiting for a rain to help it to blossom. :) bri