excuse me, sir, you make no sense

 

 

 

 

 

 

a soft voice,

growing louder,

garbled.

 

static from the speaker up front,

a human-form,

with an aching back...

 

 

 

thoughts disconnect

and connect.

 

atoms in a blender.

 

 

 

an aging brain,

wants to expand his knowledge,

fill the holes

that senility created.

 

is that intellect dribbling out his ears?

or spinal fluid?

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Nobody.]

could be either. you should taste it and see. ;)

good write...made me smile.

[Cocoacandy]

lol funny poem... love it... good work!
*cocoabean*