Head Trips and Brain Stumbles - A poem about my noggin

Its like a stone,
this growth on my neck
tripping me up with random thoughts
to fall harshly face first
into my own misunderstandings.

Other times we waltz
as ideas circle brain's stem
whirling about to some strange melody
missing collisions by quark whiskers
or striking fusions' agonies.

Yes, this noggin's facets
many and freshly exposed raw
can give the glimmer of jewels
though more often than not
my head trips fail.

There's a pile somewhere,
full of ruined bumpers certainly
a few drive shafts and gears
torn apart when neurons stick
out stumble creating legs.

Yes, I'm a blockhead,
a stumble-bum of words
who stutters around the pretty gals
or when fingers dance keyboards
seeking to tell tales.

So watch your step
lest the rubble in here
trip you deeper into my head
where things get lost regularly
until they ooze out....
in prose or verse.

8Febuary2013 - Dyfedd Rex