Wandering Mind
The brain circles in
lazy confusion,
a peach-gray bird
on rough white ropes.
I'm tethered
by my spinal cord,
and for thought's poison
there is no
antidote. I've dreamed
of wings and winged things
and the wet black eye
of God. I've been the beast
who bends its back
to the cruel master's rod.
And whip me, charming
deity, if it will make me
whole--if flagellation
of the mental organ
will teach me what my role
was meant to be.
lazy confusion,
a peach-gray bird
on rough white ropes.
I'm tethered
by my spinal cord,
and for thought's poison
there is no
antidote. I've dreamed
of wings and winged things
and the wet black eye
of God. I've been the beast
who bends its back
to the cruel master's rod.
And whip me, charming
deity, if it will make me
whole--if flagellation
of the mental organ
will teach me what my role
was meant to be.