on brilliant skin,
Brilliant mind beneath,
Fizzing with electric ambition –
And on the train it was chockablock,
And as the beat dropped –
Through the white wires,
The brilliant mind froze into liquid terror
At the touch of a fist too hard and too unexpected for retaliation or defence, or a dodge.
And so the brilliant mind became unbrilliant – slodge.
I hold you in my mind lightly
I hold you up high, at the apex of my brain
But you fall down to the base sometimes
You fall out of my tear ducts
and into my throat