Poem - spoken word - modern poem
Monday afternoon
It was
a drafty room
Not sure
where the draft
came from
perhaps from
the past
It made chills go down my spine
and back up into my head
as if there wasn't enough
stuff there already
brain stuff
which on one hand
was visible on an x-ray
on the other hand
there was
nothing
- nothing at all
inside that thing
called the brain
....
However it sure felt
as though it was a lot
of things inside that brain
Sometimes it even felt
physically heavy
Like you'd taken a sack
of potatoes and placed it
over the body
Other times
there was
a feeling
of being
weightless
floating
that was a nice feeling
Sometimes I think my brain
is stuck in my pocket
And all that's left
is a big black hole
in my head
....
I put my brain
beside my cup
of coffee
Me and my brain
have a sip of coffee
and a chat
It is nice
My head feels
- lighter
I tell my brain
to remember
to chill out every now and then
The brain sips coffee
from the coffee cup
Slurping - although
I'm not quite sure
if a brain would
slurp while drinking
coffee
The draft is gone
and I realize that
time
-just flew by
As if it never was there
...
It was just me and my brain
having a nice little chat
over a cup of coffee
- on a Monday afternoon