Sunday, November 9, 2014

another day another 'graine

another day, another 'graine, i tell my friend
no news is bad news
one moment pains staved and then it rages
no drug or doctors plan assuages

i work my mind on menial tasks
i toil pointedly my focus on whats at hand
i joke i quip i decide its hilarious
to be in this boat
as i leave off to labor it is
rhyme of the latent migraineur

i pride after blowing up my life raft
another fine morning for sailing on airs

sun sets on your highest regards thanks

my forehead lights your smoke sailor

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