my brain has its own life,
its own conversations,
never-ending circumlocutions
this confabulation of memory
leaves me unsure of
the reality of my thoughts
is this a chemical misstep,
a minuscule of glutamate
misplaced or missing
or is it a mistake in my
biological majuscules,
an A or a G gone awry,
leaving mental havoc in its wake
or perhaps just a wiring mishap,
a failing to bridge synapses to
the branched flourishes of dendrites,
leaving me thirsty for truth,
a truth now conflated with errata
can the brain heal itself,
restore effaced letters
to historiated initials
or will it descend into darkness,
gradually ceasing its conversations,
forgetting all spelling,
and become a silent grey cage
Reading between thin lines, holes begin to appear
Not redactions or errata, pixelation becomes clear
Cross within a circle, new configuration's designed
Simultaneously hits home, blowing away our mind
By
David Kavanagh
444
There are 441 calories
in 4 1/2 medium roasted broiled
or baked chicken wings
In an all-you-can-eat competition
the winning contestant scoffed
444 wings in half an hour
Congrats?
Absolutely sickening!
ERRATA: http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/fifteenth_poem_637799
SOURCE: http://www.nprberlin.de/post/how-many-chicken-wings-can-you-eat-30-minutes
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