Brilliant Ideas Poem, by Kenny O'Donnell, at My poetic side

And there were his ideas

Spread across the wall

With bits of skull

And brain matter

Ideas unrealised

Scrambled more

Now than

When they were in his head

His matter dripped

Across the floor

As they heaved

Him into a black body bag

And zipped him up

And a neighbour from down the hall

Wearing his wifes slippers and dressing gown

United so his dirty white boxers were on show

Peered through the doorway and

said - what a waste

So young, what could have drove him to this.

And I would have liked to feel

His neck in my hands.

It would drive you too if you let it

I’d say

If only you would see it

I’d tell him

If only you had it

I’d cry

And let it invade you

And ravage you

As he did.

But yes. What a waste.