Menu

My Reptile Brain

Harsh sunlight makes me sadder
   than these clouds
These clouds softly reflect my mood
   Harsh sunlight cruelly laughs
Progress, any progress?
   I see no progress---yet
   Take my pulse
   no progress yet
You can survive without love
   you can get on without it
   Though it, admittedly, fires things up
Like a little piece of hell
   in my life
I guess
   there’s really no one out there for me
   never was
   never will be
This latest one
   I don’t like her much
But my reptile brain is still in love

-November 8, 2006-