An Idea In My Hippocampus Poem by John Sensele

An idea invades my hippocampus
Spinning, scheming, skewing, spewing silt
Enjoining my left brain to quit the campus
Where nonsense and putrescence thrive to the hilt.

A thought throws my meninges
Into reverse gear, repeating songs of sorrow
Jiving, driving, grooving and proving fallacies in syringes
I jettison to save my tangible tomorrow.

A bother in my heart
Pricks and tricks my left ventricle
Threatening to tear my emotions apart
If foibles don't shrink to a tiny trickle.

A tingle in my spine
Tickles my fancy
Urging my conscience to repine
As long as I revolt at necromancy.

A smile in my grandson
Lights up my face
Elevating the trust I repose in my second son
So long as my son respect my mace.

A concept in Mathematics
Pounds my brain to pulp
Confounding my grasp of Kinematics
If I should swill wine in one gulp.

An episode in my youth
Taught me a salutary lesson
I dared to share with Ruth
When Manchester United's coach was Alex Ferguson.