Brain Like Napalm

I have a brain like napalm—
Ready to explode.
Hands like balloons,
Flying far away, they’re not mine.
I keep it all inside,
Don’t want them to worry.
But the less I show,
The more it grows.

A festering wound
Infected and spreading.
I become septic.
Time returns to the past,
Over and over again.
I watch myself through a movie screen—
Camera hidden in the corner.
The napalm goes up in flames,
In a flash, I’m laying down,
Tied up,
Guards on top of me
There’s an ant in my food.
Stop screaming
Calm down,
Why can’t I calm down?
I know…
because I have a brain like napalm.