sketch: braindead baby

poem: bashing my brains on the keys

bashing my brains on the keys
as it rains
and he pleads for a strike
of write-lightning to stain
this new date
it’s a pain that I willingly take

sketch: brain bowl

crude mono sketch of a brain in a bowl with a lighter about to be applied

poem: pumping for air

pumping for air
seeking ideas
new chemistry flooding my brain
this is familiar, this hammering on
and on
keeping it fresh all while feeling the same

sketch: there’s this other part of my brain

crude mono sketch of a squat, grumpy creature with many legs glaring at you

poem: still a mess if you assess the moving things that never rest

still a mess if you assess the moving things that never rest
a damp white shudder comes across your spinal cord
tingling
at your
brainstem
and all of this
in one
smooth
cool
move

sketch: think rays

a colourful line sketch of an orange cauliflower or crudely-rendered mushroom cloud, which reads, this brain is making think rays. at the bottom in black is the phrase, Eat that, professor.