Underneath my

hair

underneath what’s there

underneath my

scalp

underneath my shelf

of a what they call my parietal bone

lies a

my brain

quite mundane

yet some days insane.

It’s hard to explain

how my brain 

can make a 

rhyme

and my words can climb

out in time

and down my spine

and along my

toes

and decompose

and then transpose

into your

brain

and start to stain

one more millisecond

until you go

insane.