MUSH

brain is mush
fried up hash
a
collapsed
aftermath
of
a lifetime of hard reasons
that fell 
in the afternoon as thin march snow

now 
i am almost blind
but
for a small shouldered silhouette thats indelible
whenever
i
blink
the complex blueprint of WORLD away   

there's new knowledge 
and a burst of ideas 
and twisted ammunition
to
hastily
jot 
but my hand is a jelly baby and words are squashed spiders
a 
chaotic un-language 
of black legs 
settling 
in goo

i know REASON and REALITY live in hot blood
and 
its better-than-normality now that aches red and blue 
deep inside muscles - still
i
am
a fuzz
a blur
a tired buzz
tired and crashed on the mat under a new high bar