Brain Fog Poem by Sam Clemens

Brain Fog, Fog Brain
Head in the clouds
Thoughts twist and form, but never become physical
Words tickle my tongue, but my mouth is not yet solid
The birds fly through my ears passing through my fog filled brain
Worse than a brain freeze
It floats and fades,
particularly when there are plebeians around
"Can you hear me"
"Can you, like, speak"
Of course I can, but it doesn't mean I will
I look clueless
I am speechless
My jaw drops down and cold, moist air fills the cave that can't carry an echo
The ground fog grounds my once free-flowing thoughts, light as air
vapor settles on my throat's harp
Condensing
it freezes
into a hard lump
Still that's nothing compared to the fearful forgetful feeling that fogging foe sets in my brain
Turning around I say a word,
my brain
still full of fog
lets the light through my ears
the sun shines through and blue skies return
It melts the lump;
it's finally clear