A Dome Full of Bad Brains: Dawn’s Embrace

bad brains - Spectre of the Brocken-halo for the observer

Morning stumbles in second place,

bringing the sun’s calloused embrace.

She illuminates the path where we stand,

battered and broken, she drops my hand.

Birds bicker and screech,

distance in time, the barrier breached.

The rays, a rough hand on my shoulder,

show me the way as the wind blows colder.

Demand clarity, seek release,

chasing some half-assed peace.

Stuff those crazy thoughts in a drawer,

start a fuckin’ goddamn war.

Madness grips down in a choke,

ride the rail, Venetian coke.

Let the sunlight burn the pain,

the Ray-Bans hide the same.

Find a scrap of peace in its heat,

in this messed-up life, your liver beats.

So, tuck away the unruly thoughts,

let go of the battles fought.

“In this existence,” whispers the dawn,

“a mind consumed, you do not belong.”

In this life that sometimes reigns,

leaves a guarded gesture in a dome full of bad brains.

A Dome Full of Bad Brains: You can find this story in the collection “Spectre of the Brocken: Halo for the Observer.”

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Ran Kime, a writer, poet, musician and recluse from New Hampshire, crafts abstract stories, flash fiction & poetry that probe the psyche. His collections include “Spectre of the Brocken: Halo for the observer” and “Way Past Tipsy & Other Silent Cries for Help”.