Between the words there is rest.
Between the blizzard and the trunk full
Before a crown of stars,
The afternoon glorifications.
Yesterday my brain was successfully removed
Under fluorescent duress
Inside the white room
By busy gowned chaperones
Whistling as they worked.
Ten thousand glasses of water I ingested
At particular intervals between
bouts of spittoon mouth and
All of the procedures they followed
My head now feels as slippery
As an olive.
Thank the team for me.