Friday, June 01, 2012

Bob 's Posts

Him Again

Ice packs on my forehead placed. Lights dimmed in my room. Mr. Migraine has arrived. Set myself for doom.   Feed him several aspirin. See if that's enough. "Take much more than that, you fool," Said with voice so gruff.   "Plan on hangin' for a while; Maybe for a day. All depends upon my mood Just how long I... Read moreChevron

The Visitor

So heavy and viscous and thickset--the ink. No, not in my pen, so then where do you think? No, not in an inkwell--that's old; its outdated. You don't have a clue to the question I've stated?   MY HEAD's the location. I see you don't know. That's where it has settled. That's where the stuff flows. Precisely the state of my migraine this... Read moreChevron