Today
I’d liken my brain to the landscape
on
Mars, a bit dusty and dry, a wind-driven
surface
of iron oxide red, devoid of high-
ways
and byways to facilitate getting about.
No
folks meandering to and fro either, just
wind
and dust blowing, and unusual atmos-
pherics
wherever you go. No sea to shinning
sea,
no purple mountain’s majesty, no star-
spangled
banner waving, no anthem to be sung.
Just
you and you alone with no one else around
to
blame. No music or poetry to soothe a parched
and
malnourished brain. You know, kind of like
Earth’s
destiny in an up and coming epoch to be.
Ah,
but don’t despair, that’s Olympus Mons over
there,
largest volcano in the solar system. And,
ain’t
she a beaut? Hasn’t shown any signs of
activity
in quite a long time, kind of like this old
brain
of mine, dusty and dry sometimes. I’m not
hung
over or crazy, mind you, just showing signs
of
personal planetary degeneration, I suppose.
Chris
Hanch 12-15-18
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