Brain replacement

Brain replacement

My head is full of concrete

Stone me if it is

Drop me in a lake

Bury me at sea

Nothing is happening

No flash

Of inspiration

Only the sound

Of inhalation

The hiss of air

As I deflate

There is no big fat snake

Sated on fresh meat

Bloated to excess

Basking in the sun

There is no warming up

I am at a loss

To explain the meaning

Of literal

There is no sense

In trying

When I can’t press a shirt

For want of an iron

Trample me under

Stamp on my toes

Break wind

If it suits you

But don’t blame me

For bursting the bubble

Nothing is permanent

I am without doubt

Washed out

Wet through

And wasted.