If Brains Could Fly

(C) 1980’s by Howard Dart Humeston

 

If brains could fly

mine would flap sideways

and moon-dance all night long.

The tongues of stars long

since interstellar would

glint off my lobes

and some sparkle might

soak through.

 

My brain skips rope

with the celestial

souls so often it’s earned

frequent flyer miles.

I’ve star dust in my brain,

moonbeams for synapses,

and I can see things

only an air head could.