Tonight's Poet Corner: Brass Brain
Brass Brain
He heated up the cerebral cacophony with a
pair of tongs, a straight poker, and callused thumbs
with the fingerprints burned right off. Each fold
melted into permanence, each
wizened crease forever imprinted. Its owner lay
beneath his shoes, but this
would do wonders at the exhibit. A brass-cast mind
of a brilliant man.
When he was finished, he went to the kitchen and
brewed himself a cup of coffee - but when he
brought the porcelain to his lips, the black stuff
turned bronze when it stained his teeth
with metallic shame. Under the counter,
his leg shook from the taste. Elsewhere,
a dead man laughed.
He heated up the cerebral cacophony with a
pair of tongs, a straight poker, and callused thumbs
with the fingerprints burned right off. Each fold
melted into permanence, each
wizened crease forever imprinted. Its owner lay
beneath his shoes, but this
would do wonders at the exhibit. A brass-cast mind
of a brilliant man.
When he was finished, he went to the kitchen and
brewed himself a cup of coffee - but when he
brought the porcelain to his lips, the black stuff
turned bronze when it stained his teeth
with metallic shame. Under the counter,
his leg shook from the taste. Elsewhere,
a dead man laughed.
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