Baby Brain

Sometimes I feel like my skull is still soft and impressionable And when I press my palms into my temples My head becomes long Like the kid who just ate his first warhead I close my eyes and see the floor through the dancing shapes in my eyelids I want to escape to the darkness Where every moment feels like the relief after taking my hands off my head And I can’t quite see the shapes clearly but I can feel them Like warm shadows that shift around me It’s right because the wind moves the trees and the trees move the street lamp glow The shafts freckle the sidewalk And move gracefully