'I can't think what to say' by Joan Goodyear

Nothing covers my mind

I should clean my mind up

I can’t remember it

I don’t know what to say

Makes me want to talk to myself.


My brain comes from my head to my chest

It is made of sleep

It is like an empty room in my head

Made of wood and thinking

Wires on top of my head that reach to my chest

White wires in the head


I have a dream about my thoughts

I hear a rattling noise

It is my brain like a wheel

Going round and round in circles.