Tuesday 19 April 2011

NaPoWriMo. Day 19. Poem 19. Have you ever met a Brain Surgeon?

I have. It was a woman and she said

she cut into a brain and it leaked goo
making the room smell like raisins.

She said she laughed at the idea
that we can be reduced to the smell of raisins.

I was sitting on my mate’s sofa the other day

He was rolling a spilff when he said to me

Pain makes people feel important

I nodded my head and asked him if he’d like to live
like his existence is hypothetical?

He said he already does

Then he opened a bag of tobacco and put it under my nose

Smell that he said

I did.

it smelt like Raisins.

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