A Reading

Reading my own mind keeping score of all those weird moments that come and go like ghost trains. Watching dendritic branches grow fat purple plums and hard green grapes on tangled vines. Cortical cells working overtime. There's a sort of poem here, its sunning itself in an afterglow and won't appear until I look away. A neurotic cat uses an unused patch of grey matter for a litter box, damp dribbles run down my spine. Now mind flaps gossamer wings and breaks the tension with a brain fart. Brain and mind dance a jig together in a comic parody of an unhinged intellect. Enough of this reading! Got to splash words onto white-water once more. Got to.