My brain

163. 3 February 2022

My brain is empty

A cavernous vacancy

A little decorated

With curlicues of headache.

I open books and invite them in:

The cops whose best friend is whisky;

The ingénues who don’t like the aristo with a frown;

The warriors fighting each other.

They raucously parade in and just as raucously leave.

My brain is still empty.

In the middle of the cavern floor

Stands a lyre, inviting me to pick it up

And sing some more.

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