The fat brain
Rotting like remnants of tanned teeth
In an aged cavernous gullet
Is the final clever joy
Of summers dead with love
The fat brain
Ripped and distended by the sun
Used as a timpani or tambourine
To be scraped with words
By Nietzsche’s machine
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It's the language of this one that grabs me. The fat brain. Tanned teeth. Clever joy. Summers dead with love. They'd stand alone as words, but they're also so moody. Really fabulous!
ReplyDeleteI am so intrigued when reading your poem-- i also love the unusual combination of details and words. it's very visceral but also pretty cerebral, which is a cool combination.
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