My brain is leaking
Pouring dreams into reality
Playing make-belief with the ground under my feet
Dreams are memories are dreams
When I try to catch a thought and examine
it slips like a trout caught bare-handed
My brain is leaking
I am walking in the park, this game plays in my head
The pieces don’t fit into anything I know
I can’t tell what I’ve dreamt and what I remember
When I try to catch a thought and examine
it flees like a Jerboa spooked by the Moon
If I lose connection, please, remember
that drugs don’t work for me as prescribed
and shamans used to be revered for their travels
When your mind travels the possibilities are endless
There are no borders in body or time
Everything is dream and music and colors connected
Ecstasy and panic are holding hands
I try to follow a thought to conclusion
but it refuses to solidify into a picture
it flickers like a mirage in Death Valley
that dream I had last night about being hit by a car
is more real than the grass under my shoes because
my brain is leaking
Fragments of the game are whirling
Trying to remember themselves as something I did
Looking for context where they might be true
and real and stable and tied to reality
The worlds of Jerboa and trout never touch
but my brain is leaking
If I lose connection, please, remember
that I threw an anchor but it never found ground
and shamans used to be revered for their travels