Parahippocampal Gyrus Blues

The scientist pulls his beard
arrives at some conclusion
as to the definition of science.
One rarely recognizes the limitations
of memory.

A diagram shows Abba and Aima below
the crown on the sacred tree of Sephiroth.
The heavens one remembers may have
cause-effect connections-
it is the
point to
possess the pleasure
of love who has conquered
others in this manifested existence.

In the astral world are passes,
and man enters the sixth
state of the Soul
in a moment.
Looking for a partner
amongst an
abundance of possessions
and
laws.

The artist goes into a huddle-
yet such scientists have
overwhelming confidence in their own
ways as the mystic holds his
religious faith
using ancient texts…
succeeded in the principal
purposes of medieval
thoughts still ripe.

Studying books or the Memphite Theology,
love of pleasure remembered-
he/she undergoes a great change-
effects of that suffering are
in exact fulfillment-
finding a soul mate imagined
in the minddream morning.

Graveyard #0 Poem

Never forget to polish the tombstones in your head.
The ones that mark the memories whose time has elapsed.
They will not always remain buried, so
Polish! Polish!

(you must start now)

Never forget to visit, and drop off cerebral flowers.
Drink to the good memories which vanished too soon.
Sit on a bench next to the parietal lobe, and
Listen to the echoes of night music create your
very own funeral dirge.
Polish! Polish!

(don’t stop now)

Put on your Sunday best and hitchhike for awhile.
You will arrive before you know it, they are waiting.
Pick out a hook next to one of the fondest ones, and
lower yourself on to it. Let the memory of wind twist
and turn you like a condemned leaf. Then fall down
on the stone path dripping memories of blood on the
stones. Take the hook from your back and begin to
Polish! Polish!

(you can never stop now)

The Blue Danube Waltz As Torture

The generator
has been turned on,
and is sending out
vibration frequencies.
Harmony and cacophony
being studied in a laboratory.

All the pretty
and fundamental
frequencies
being mapped
by a man
in a white
lab coat
who slices open
an owl’s brain
and sends strains
of Strauss
directly into
its brain.

Neurons firing,
frequency firing,
the melody
remains the same
ba da da da da
deet deet
deet deet.

The missing
fundamentals
and pain
in the
inferior colliculus.