In this fourth installment of Victimizing Other Bloggers I will be taking on Words Asunder, who happens to be a poet. If this is your first time visiting my blog, you should know that all victims volunteered for the honor. You can be slaughtered too if you like (and if I choose you).————— reaching the parts of your mind with formaldehyde that other blogs merely make a feint at. neurons asunder brains are red and pink and squishy like a hog before its demise. so what is this? the neurons torn asunder from the blood vessels. the ones that gave life. in their relative ephemeralness they dance like a dead mosquito. they lack nuclei and axon terminals. neurons asunder and what should I do with incapacitated neurons? perhaps I shall write sentences and hit return over and over again and call it a poem. or in the infinitesimal wisdom of the universe I shall eat broccoli and excavate my dead wife’s brain for my blue imagery. I think it’s the way I touched her brain that made it blue and green. she was rather highly strung and fretful like a guitar and one day I’m sure she’ll
accept my caress and fire a synapse for me
If you’d like to see what I stole from, check this out. A few words came from other places, but that’s the big one.