Lobotomatic

a deluge of insight
bright screen
but illuminight
pick your favorite poison
what color truths
do we choose to imbibe?

a whisper from dark corners
don’t let the shadow of facts
detract from false light

the part of the brain
that doesn’t think quite the same
is always fair game for the knife

a refuge without light
a monkey devoid of any sight
stab at shadows
extract what
won’t let the
delusion remain
.. a part of the brain.

trim the fat
(I can’t remember now)
erase the slate
(I can no longer see how)

Defragment
Lobotomate

…

he tried to survey
all that was left

in the walls of his cognition
and to his dismay
he was bereft
no witness
of what he was
now missing