Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Wet Brain

Wet Brain

wet brain, little brain
i remember you when you
kept on top of things,
measuring dreams
with a straight-edge thumb

one sip of that forbidden,
one sip and your glances
shiftless thots adrift
spread out like logs
on a river whose current you
could not combat

so now you’re on tap
but without easy access
to your embraces
or your original eyes

wet brain, little brain
you kept on top of things
now you aint the same
little brain, little little
wet brain

whats become of
whats become of
whats become of my little
little little wet brain

-Bree 1998

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