weathervane

my mind has a mind of its own

weatherbeaten and slightly leaky at times

hear the wind whistle.

truck stop for caffeine laden neurons

on my interneuron interstate.

dimly lit funeral home for

the less fortunate cells.

decomposing dump of

essays and letters of old.

a rotting repository of

three by fives

movie reels

paper peels

it's grand central station,

a glossary of days long lost.

fluctuating with the radio and humidity,

weathervane brain.