POEM: Something Stinks

Cerebral Eructation
By Mark Cantrell

Bubbles of thought

Arise

Burbling, from the murky

Depths of my stagnant Mind.

Fermented, deep, in the vats and tangled threads

Of a foetid brain,

The matter, compressed like old peat,

Stews in a cauldron

Of old experience,

Forgotten dreams,

Shredded memory,

The tangled, mangled weeds,

Of lost and mouldered hopes.

In that dank sewer,

All stirs turgid

In the currents of gurgling Time,

Mixing putrid, slime exhaling

The mental halitosis of fuming memes.

Sometimes, as...