brain pudding

i lack a sense of self
my brain fades
my mind drifts
my brain doesn't remember who it is
thoughts clouded
fog inside my skull
my brain is goo
no sharp edges
no definition
a familiar dream
a state of mind
the stream of brains washed up on shore
no sharp words
words that meld into the sounds around them
not an arrow
but a gelatinous object
useless as a weapon
wobbles when hit
i am sculpting my jello mold of a brain
but it melts
time to set the thermostat to cool
the brain needs to chill out
frozen jello hard as rocks
shoot my brain from a cannon
obvious outcome
what is it that you are looking for
why do you move
what are you doing