My Brain is Leaking

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