Bouquet

Originally posted 3/22/2007, though written well before that.

The brain
knows many things.
Some of them you know,
some you do not.

If the brain
was a flower,
you would be
its scent.

Perhaps
the brain is a
flower, starving
for light, lunging
through the eyes,
seeking nourishment.

If you plucked
your brain out
and held it to the light,
would you have a mind?

The mind lives
in the brain and
hides in its petals.
The mind is the dark
among the riots of color.

You sleep
as the brain tends to the mind.
They talk all night,
pretending they are
you. In the morning
you are nearly mad
from the echoes of their
conversation.

Put your hands
around your mind
and know it’s not
part of the scheme
that you should understand
everything: there are things
shoring up the partners
that would terrify you
if you knew them.

The brain blooms
long after you close your eyes.
The mind rises from its nooks and folds
to escape, moving past you,
playing in the meadows.

The mind drifts back
in the hot late afternoon.
Your head grows heavy

with pollen. You open your mouth
and bees fly in
to take their fill while the mind
avoids being stung
by the danger in the commerce.

When you sleep
the mind and brain bear ideas.
You pretend they are your own fruit.
The brain laughs at you. The mind
strokes you softly, saying,
“There, there…”

You are the scent.
Something plucks your brain
and you die slowly. Maybe
another brain and another mind
recall you for a while, but
you’ll certainly fade.

Anything
fed long enough
on vision, scent, touch,
sound, taste will double back
on its own surety.

The brain
makes you sleepy. The mind
makes you frightened. You
make yourself believe
there are reasons for everything.

A night blooming flower
holds its beauty
until first light, collapsing
at the first touch of your hand,
staining your memory
with a scent you never can
describe.

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About Tony Brown

A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown

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