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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen
Showing posts with label idiots give me migraines. Show all posts
Showing posts with label idiots give me migraines. Show all posts

Thursday, September 15, 2011

Migraine 3

Hot sun heats head
Right eye cherry tomato overripe
ready to burst on
optic nerve stem smashed
into eye socket too small 
to contain pressurized pulp
And what of the left?
Molten bubbling mass
gelatinous overflow to
brainpan catch
The light, the light
angry striking flashes
sear corneal skin
Eyelids scraped
artichoke leaves
Inhale
the air stuffed
full
stench of every molecule ever here
     cigarette smoke
     potpourri
     blueberry muffin
     diaper wipes
     sweat
coeds packed in phone booth
no air left to breath
Pounding, pounding
tympanic torture
world off-key
feedback squealing shattering
VOLUME
Don't touch!
heavy, hot, choking hands send
Tilt-O-Whirling head spinning
faster, faster, faster
Close the mad carnival 
Put out the lights
Sleep, sleep
if only
sleep

Sunday, May 29, 2011

The City

image courtesy of Scott Wyden
For him there was no prom
He walked across the stage at graduation
There were a few claps
And a few more snickers
He packed his bag, hugged his mom
And left
He had no delusions
That he would be better loved
In the city
But at least there
He could find
Places to hide

and a belated Friday Flash 55