The Human Brain

August 6, 2011
Once I tried to organize
my thoughts. They tossed themselves
across the pink membranes and wedged
between exploding experiments of nerve cells,
running, swinging on my veins.
Their laughter echoed like class clowns throwing spitballs
at Calculus diagrams,
the chalk smoking off pea-green blackboards.

In the end,
I closed the wooden fire door
until the multiplication posters leaked
from sight. Under florescent light
my thoughts push their faces against
the strip of window, their legs
still stomping.

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Eqrider This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Aug. 14, 2011 at 4:32 pm
Such great, fun imagery! I liked the first stanza best; very creative! The second stanza was slightly confusing although I like the idea.
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