A. Don’t interrupt me when I’m thinking. B. What about? A. You wouldn’t want to know. B. Why? Is it a secret? A. Could be. B. Tell me. A. Wouldn’t be a secret if I did. B. Now you intrigue me. A. Secrets are for keeping to yourself. B. Who says? A. That’s the definition of a secret. B. But if you tell me I won’t tell anyone. A. If I do tell you it won’t be a secret any more. B. But only you and I will know. A. But then someone else might ask you to tell them. B. But I won’t tell them. A. But that’s what you said to me. B. I did? A. Yes … And then you told me. B. Did I? A. Oh! B. It’s no secret that you can’t keep a secret, you know. A. Is it? B. How do you know that? A. It’s a secret. B. Tell me. A. No, B. Why? A. It wouldn’t be a secret if I did.
Tell me what you now remember of what you said just last December in one ear and out the other can’t recall cannot bother it’s not uncommon soon forgotten
But that’s now past sorry I asked for words will come and words will go they may not last may lose their meaning become unclean become what they weren’t meant to mean
Stay with the thought you really ought forever let them ebb and flow come to me and let them go for that they do they wax and wane they come again often prone to outlive their stay maybe then to fade away
Yes hold that thought and let it thrive forever may it stay alive it came to me in just a flash even those pure balderdash may be remembered some dismembered some misbegotten others forgotten
But do not fear lend me your ear ‘cos, right or wrong words do live on in speech and song alive or lost twisted and tossed such living things give life its wings
‘The Brain is a Lonely Place’ – WHB: Pen & Wash Dec.2017
The Brain is a Lonely Place
The brain is a lonely whispering place Tended solely by me No one else can be allowed To trespass on this hallowed ground
It is forever mine to keep Forever secret Shy Demure Locked and sealed Never revealed
The home of thought Of hopes Of passion Never in nor out of fashion
Existing solely to be just me My being’s essence My life’s one key.
And so As life approaches death It concentrates on what it is That is about to cease to be Concluding only Whatever is lost It will be for others to count the cost
[ My apologies if the ‘approaching death’ phrase which I use in the last verse startles anyone. Hopefully, I am thinking in generalised terms, and projecting into the long term. Well – we are all doing just that from the moment we are born – are we not!? ]