The Headache

by Lightning Rod

Posted to Action Poetry on 2004-03-01 18:01:00

I am a faberge egg
My headache is baroque, no rococco
It’s a psilocybin rodeo succinct and exquisite
Hooves pounding on my temples

Headaches can take on personalities
Like hurricanes and world wars
They clash like devotion and adultery
Tyring to escape the confines of my skull

Like Souza pounding a march for left feet
Pain as discreet as a freezing nail
My head is hurting, let me read your mail
So I can occupy another body

I’m drunk on the lamb
Scratch me and I bleed antifreeze
The shell is cracked as my thinking
Pour molten lead in my ear.


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