Fire in the Brain
God is a fire in the brain Nijinsky said
which is as close to the truth as
anything a dancer might dance
with a bonfire burning in his head
God may put you in a trance
with the fluttering of cardinal wings
or with the way the moon looks
mounting the mountain’s back
on the other side of the river
—a bright hole in the dark
a splinter of hope
a sliver
Sometimes beyond the blazing bars
of your incarceration
you hallucinate stars
You surmise the sun’s a substantiating eye
but fear that every distance is not near
(not close enough to make the untellable clear)
You dream days
You dream nights
Sometimes you lie without a clue
in the hour of the wolf
waiting for the wolf to bite,
or waiting for the blue to light.
When it does you see crocuses
You taste a cloud of honeysuckle
that sweetly drifts across the yard
where at a certain spot
between the garden and the shed
you swear paradise is here
—precisely here where a skunk
shredded grass the night before
grubbing while you were in bed,
grubbing with a skunky conflagration
in her head
God may burn a brain and brand it
God may shrink it or expand it
This is the bed in which
our ignorance reposes which,
by every blister on our brain,
is both a bed of coals
and roses
by Jim Culleny, 1/22/11
from Odder Still
Lena’s Basement Press, 2015
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(Fire in the Brain is one of 120 poems in my book Odder Still, available at Amazon)
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