The stain in my brain

Hitches along my brainstem

Sits in the back seat

Sweating and swearing

His tin foil hat shining

Like a beacon in the dark

 

The stain in my brain

Uses my neo-cortex

As a thermal blanket

To shy away from the mercury

Sliding through my gyri

 

The stain in my brain

Busks in my medial temporal lobe

But can’t remember

Any good tunes

 

The stain in my brain

Cuts up my corpus callosum

To make art-school collages

About girls and boys and fucking

 

The stain in my brain

Raped my hypothalamus

Left me raw and bleeding

Needing bondage and buggery

 

The stain in my brain

Sits tumescent and needy

Dissolves snapshots in bile and blood

Fade... Fade... Fade...

 

The stain in my brain

Floods my temporal lobe

With the smell of piss and pogrom

No more the scent of saffron

Of lilac and of lilies

 

The stain in my brain

Smothers my amygdala

With soft kitten kisses

And sepia tinged regret

 

The stain in my brain

Dodged all the lasers

The cordite and the questions

The last gasp whispers to God

The winter and the weeding