“Firing,” by d. m. kingsford


I was roaming the streets of Denver during an ultra-long layover on Friday and ran into someone offering to write poems on the spot, on any topic. The topic: brains, neurons.

Merry Christmas, neuroscience community:

Firing by d.m. kingsford

Like a V-10,000,000
this thing, ordinary enough,
comprised of the same stuff
as everyone else’s,
making up a man of average intelligence,
kind, occasionally
(but his in-laws think he’s a
and basically fulfilled.

this thing is firing
on all cylinders, heat beat,
renal systems in check,
temperature ok, and
at this moment,
the frontal lobe bearing down on
a crossword puzzle.

The same as Stephen Hawking.

(Apologies for the loss of formatting.)