My brain!
Oh my brain.

It's the words, the words I don't know,
it's my fingers that won't help.
I can't express,
like a mother's milk from her breast,
these words sour inside me,
because I don't know them

and I need them

My feelings will make me insane,
I will rip out my heart
and my brain
and this throat with a
******* lump so I can't even speak
Speak!
And even if I speak I can't connect the speak with the think
and the feelings slink in
and slide all over my brains
my brains
It's red and red
and blue
and grey
grey.