A Cockeyed Brain

After each unkind word, you didn’t blink,

Concentrating on your so-called wisdom;

On the border of bedlam not to think

Can point to a brain parading as dumb.

Kill me again with your protruding words,

Essentially adding them to the flood

Yearning to overtake the fire in thirds

Endangering to stop pumping my blood.

Did you remember or forget my brain

Bubbling with the sightlessness of your breasts;

Reminding my unconscious to abstain

As I’ve become even lesser than guests?

I was happiest left between your thighs;

Negating the future not in disguise.

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A couple of human brains may have become two solitudes, especially the one who wrote this poem.