Migraine

these ideas are tumors

in my calvaria increasing

the pressure to secrete

weird inky fluid as a defense

mechanism not quite

vestigial but getting there

these frothing visual disturbances

strobe light verbal glaucoma

cna’t qiute gte tihs fgieurd

the fcuk out these rolling

seas all fish tails and no tits

these words are the tingling

peripheral neuropathy

of naïve desperation

of ‘anything but this’

this tortuous gnarled

pubic hair of anyone

in the drain maybe

even me but I still

pluck it out piece by

piece to escape through

the eddy and sigh