my brain has its own calendar,
alarms, forget~me~nots, nat-urally,
seeds and scraps of half-breed poems,
even its own junk drawer, with extra
keys, pocket tissues, swiss army knives
call 'em appoint-moments,
random and scheduled,
though not always attentive paid
now, I just need to remember to take my brain
with me, which is much harder than you 'think'…