Wearing paper pants /
waiting for Doctor Godot /
Kafka is my nurse.
Wearing paper pants /
waiting for Doctor Godot /
Kafka is my nurse.
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Wind whispers your name /
syllables ring with the chimes /
sweet, melodic hope.
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Light flows from windows. /
Early riser greets no one; /
Sun is late – again.
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A new year beckons /
Our chance to begin again /
wearing our old scars.
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Hard against life’s past /
old headstones, dead crops winter. /
Stubble knots dark ground.
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There are no heroes — /
then I see you with Lauren /
and I know better.
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Divided by hours /
days gather sticks of minutes /
and twigs each second.
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Faculty perplexed. /
One hundred human brains gone! /
Deemed a thoughtless heist.
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The above poem was inspired by an actual event. Details below.
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100 Human Brains Mysteriously Disappear From Texas Campus
by Jay Strubberg
5:02 AM, Dec 3, 2014
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Where did they go? About 100 jars containing preserved human brains have disappeared from The University of Texas at Austin, and no one knows where they went.
According to the Austin American-Statesman, Austin State Hospital transferred a collection of 200 formaldehyde-soaked brains to UT about 28 years ago, but half the lot has up and vanished with little clues as to where they might be.
One UT professor told the outlet, “We think somebody may have taken the brains, but we don’t know at all for sure.”
Of the missing brains, one belongs to Charles Whitman, who went on a sniper rampage at UT in 1966 and killed 16 people, in what is considered one of the deadliest campus shootings in the past fifty years. (Video via Discovery Channel)
“When Charles Whitman was shot they found a note and in that note he asked that his brain be left to science and looked by the pathologist to find out if there was something wrong with him.”
And NPR also says that pathologist turned out to be the same guy “who put the collection together in the first place.” Still, knowing that doesn’t really leave a lot of clues for the Sherlock Holmes wannabes out there. But the story gets more intriguing.
According to a 1986 Houston Chronicle report cited in The Atlantic, there was a bit of a tug-of-war for the collection between UT, Harvard and other colleges in what was labeled “the battle for the brains” — we kid you not.
Aside from that clue, the brains whereabouts are pretty much anyone’s guess at this point, though there’s certainly plenty of creative ideas out there floating through social media on where they might be.
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Minutes become more /
and more minutes even more /
that I want with you.
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I touch your lips and /
unravel a moment of /
forever for us.
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