intellectomy

take my eyes and ears and let me forget
all the words i ever learned
so my thought disappears

or

remove the region of my brain responsible for forethought
so i write poetry of the moment and smile at strangers
without thinking they might think i'm crazy

"m"

f i l e my l i f e
under "m"
for "miscellaneous"

so it goes

i continue to walk the tightrope and absorb the sting of the whip
which you lash over your shoulder out of disinterested habit
while you share a cigarette and giggle with the circus clown
could i trouble you for a balance beam?

pesticide

today is a beautiful day
i feel at peace with the world
big things like insect wings
stretch beyond my comprehension
small things like human beings
feel as natural and arbitrary
as they might actually be