When I Plucked Out My Brain, I Saw
When I plucked out my brain, I saw
it had roundness and grooves.
So it was a wheel and fire.
It was also made to aspire.
There were literature and awe
when it would move
like an unlit seed in winter.
I would come to despise its birth.
It lacks a maid, a lover, and call nurse.
Copyright © Vincent Caruso | Year Posted 2008
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