broken brain

do not dig deeply

into the soft wood of rotten thought.

you will find

layers of negativity,

eggs laid barren

by witches

guided by death magik

and black cats.

earlier today

I crawled upstairs

on knees and elbows

looking for lost love

I can still feel the burn.

life is a fart

in a bathroom--

shards of broken mirror in sink.

years of bad luck

clogging the drain.

a toilet struggling to flush-

I hear

dead dung dejection

somewhere

in the bend of pipes

beneath my basement.

I go downstairs

flashlight

dynamite

ready for a fight,

but instead,

I'm in my socks

humming Bach on cold concrete

again.