by
Bob on Migraine
Wednesday, March 24 2010
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 more
by
Bob on Migraine
Wednesday, March 24 2010
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No, not in an inkwell--that's old; its outdated.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 more