Simpleminded Poem by Joe Bisicchia

How commonplace this job has become,
carrying out the basket of the guillotine.

Makes it easier, or so it sometimes seems.
Hopefully, it is not wicked mindlessness.

Better to be blind, than possess such a mind.
Rather be simpleminded in my banality

than have inability to see the ordinary.
But, sometimes my head rattles at its seams.

Maybe, inside all these severed heads,
there are cosmos

just like they are inside of me.
If so, how very sad a useless collection,

all as functional now as
mine.

And I, well, I was so erudite.
I wonder if for them, I can have ability

to speak so very eloquently.
Probably not.

Easier to keep mine attached
stupid as it is

and clump theirs together
as slop.


Published by Black Heart Magazine, February 2013