BRAIN CHEMISTRY

BRAIN CHEMISTRY


My friend’s basement flat.
The luminaries.
Difficult decisions.
Ill health panting on.
Vice and youth culture all round the room.
Good advice and a switched on buddy.
A kind of comfort.
Galaxies of form and details.
Brain chemistry adjusting.
Contemporary stand up.
Dank and subterranean refuge for a wounded fellow from another.
Hospitable in mind and culinary magic.




The earth turns.
The tongue poking clocks go back.
They make no concessions.
Leap forward and spring back.
Shorter days good and bad then.



Glaciers slide inches.
Cold blooded critters migrate.
Synapses are firing helpful and crippling potions into my reckoning.
The cosmos expands.
A child’s heart beat can be heard on a monitor through her Mother’s belly.
A custom wares thin.
A structure of values stealthily evolve.
A sage is undocumented.
A kind lady is forgotten.
The temperature drops.
An economy prospers.
Another stagnates.
Plates groan beneath impudent continents
The telephone rings.



I value my friends.
I need this new job.
I’m anxious.
I want peace.
I love watching black and white films.
I let the phone ring.

I look up at the stars.
I remember that up and down are our own invention.
I see that day belongs to the sun.
I see that night is the constant and the objective truth.
I see that gravity pins me to this blue sphere.
No up and no down.
No beginnings and no ends.
Light only thanks to stars.
We have invented many ideas.
We believe them on a daily level.
They are inventions.
We are in the cosmos.
I am comfortable.




Dates and units of measured time.
Morality.
Civility.
Success and good fortune promote agreeable brain chemistry.



All elating neurotransmitters welcome.
The telephone rings no longer.
Some people collect beer mats and others enjoy debate.


I can smell that its rained while we’ve been inside.
It’s a beautiful smell.




TIM SANSOM 30TH OCTOBER 2006


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