My Brain
My brain has its own mind
I've no say at all
I've no control of any kind
Of words or poems I scrawl
I tell it this, I tell it that
It never pays attention
What I propose is bristled at
I'm robbed of all retention
I'm now a poet-poem-less bound
My brain is at wits end
It offers nothing at all profound
Except my poem-less portend
I won't fight it anymore
Its mind is much too strong
Hopefully, the peace of mind I'm searching for
Will appear before too long
by Stan Cooper...4/19/09 graphic by Don Hunt
Poetry by Stan Cooper
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Written on 2009-04-25 at 16:56
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