Brain Vomit

crack my head open

against the fucking curb like a water-doused acorn

underfoot

so I can finally feel

my brain vomit

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regurgitate–

do the thing

nobody knows anything about

floating pile of fat in a bowl

of juicy mucus

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there’s a leak– spill it

over the page– cerebrospinal fluid–

don’t taste the salt water

or they’ll tap your spine

like maple trees

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i used to drink

the Atlantic until

i would be sick from the salt

kidney can’t process dehydrated

mucus pile

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i used to drink

the alcohol until

i would be sick in the brain cell

genocide– kidney oxidized part of

me now

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find soil to root

helicopter seeds spin

to the ground so people like me

can drink more whiskey and

celebrate the kidney

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nourishment–

the brain– soil for a follicle–

spouts of vapor or water–

there’s a difference

to an orphan

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my soil is sod

vapor water took

no part in this growth–

nor sunlight– nor carbon–

Camouflaged

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my mucus pile floats

out of stick-reach–

hands and knees to the dirt my god

almisery help me

guide my ship to the rocks so i can feel land again