the brain in its
skull-like maze
now my genius has gone
it’s difficult to say
describe everything, list everything
lost everything
(want it back)
can’t remember why I’m here
memory caught in a trap
it stiffens
spaghetti maze
fingers thick
disturbed at all times
keep building roads at the end of a whip
people say they know me
I wonder at it
puzzled, caught in a trap
now my genius is some worthless song
I use a lever a little
and it comes back.
Group
speak poem
12-16 March 2010
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