A Song of Consequence

I have disassembled my brain

As a consequence

Poetry

The notions of grandeur displaced by

Geese always the geese

But fluttering, flying, flouting Finns

(Such as myself)

Cry our joys loudly in the mist

Never having gained an ounce of...

I did mention the disassembling of my brain?

Not my brian, that proper noun

First name of an Epstein and a Jones and

Say, who invited me to this party anyway

Look at the bird by the window having a row with a mate

Saw her on the lift coming up

Before that at the chip shop

Never mind that now

Poetry

Songs of consequence

You see it’s all interrelated in a totally

Totally

Umm the word here is I guess....

Disconnected way

But who am I to say?

I ask you

You answer me

And say I have disassembled my brain

Mentioned already?

But I only just got here

To planet nowhere

Which is everywhere

Maybe

Just perhaps

I should put this brain back together again

You’ll see something then, by God

I promise you that

“Let the children lose it

Let the children use it

Let all the children boogie” - From Starman by David Bowie

Dig it...BROTHER