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AN ORANGE BRAIN

Can't stand big crowds
or noises loud,
red neon lights
flickering quick
make me sick.

Funny visions
head aches too,
skin all rotting
turning blue,
joints all aching
but I'll be okay,
the Health Department
told us so,
today.

Heart is racing
midnight pacing,
funny how the kitchen's green,
I want to scream
but I'll be all right,
the War Pensions Board
said so,
on television tonight.

Did you hear that noise?
Is someone there?
a soft footfall
or coloured rain,
beating deep
in my orange brain.

John A. Moller
Whiskey Two Company RNZIR

 

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