my brain is dead
a numbskull
an imbecile
a rotting lump of lard
it wakes this morning
in the throes of emptiness
it has drank my coffee
and nibbled a nibble
it has opened the curtains
dived in the shower
drank another coffee
and nibbled another nibble
so here it is
writing an empty thing
a parched breath of morning
a slice of cake
without the cream!
A Gap In The Clouds 