 | Brain-Child
by Gregory Wilde  /  poetry  /  23 Oct 2007
You were my brain, I lost you in the rain, On the side of the road, W/ a letter in a note,
Phone calls to me, You must be insane, A number the gave, Was changed,
I scream and you complain, You walk and I run, I cannot control your tantrums, So, you understand...
Why didn't you call me from the road? Wherever you're headed, I have a right to know, Seems all you need is to be rescued,
You are not my brain, I've left you years ago, In a puddle on Everett, You said you were ready to go...
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