Poem: “So Cold Brains Cracked”, fr. notebooks, Jim Stallings

So cold brains cracked

Noses stuffed with cotton

Knees corroded with oxides

Backs frozen in Velcro

Feet stiff like brackets

An assurance hung like wires

Wrapped to nails in ceilings

The cluttering mess a puzzle

Of blocks & fragments of cloth

Awaiting an electric current

And a copper spark

Like fire from the Heavens

To activate this puppet

In its weird dance

Of simulated life

A shoe worn & sad

Flying toward the audience.


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