† Insane Brain
Sshh. Let me fade for
these few minutes with
an insane brain.
Thrashes and gashes,
Itís a way to touch outside,
when itís trapped inside.
So I scream sometimes to think,
what families steal.
Oh God I donít know whatís real,
or whatís mine all this time.
I swear a psycho-ano can mix logic lingo in a trough
to make believe youíve pulled it off.
But I donít think so.
I donít care today, if I let it show.
I swear Iíll try not to fear,
or hear what they can see.
Just accept what it is about me.
Pretend you donít notice, keep talking,
Insane Brain has a way of stalking.
Itíll come back when I least expect it.
I wait for it to be over and just let it.
But when my mind is back on center,
and the sands shift back to better.
And the shores are healed of the blemish,
so no one has to feel sick and squeamish
about an insane brain,
then ugly can disappear
like moisture, water and the fear.
The Evening heat can evaporate
†my suffering so I can tolerate,
you know what!
†I look forward to that.
But my mind wonít realize at,
what time my insane brain is calmly phenomenal
and simply blankly normal.
But in that bliss blank second I† seize
when I want to squeeze
the place that aches,
in that makes
the blinding fire on dark eyes.
And touches tingling thighs.
But after when I sit alone I canít ever distinguish
between the nauseous or the feverish.
July 5, 2000