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Tap Dancing Millipedes

For about as long as I can recall I’ve been the lucky recipient of quasi frequent head pains in varying degrees of severity. The term migraine is thrown around with greater frequency than it likely should but some of mine are probable candidates. Relevance? I’m currently mired in an approximately 5 day off/ on stretch, more so on, likely triggered by the bipolar style imbalance of the climate.

Periodic agonies aside, attempting to distract myself making rhymes sometimes works for a bit. This is yesterday’s effort, Alien. So titled because the alien in the film rips its way free of the chest cavity in a bloody spray and that seems a fairly accurate representation of what’s happening inside my old brain-box. Granted nothing has clawed its way out thus far. Not that I’ve remarked anyway…

 

A marching band within your skull

Compromises cranial hull

Myriad panels same results

Bashing drums pound your rapid pulse

Head an aura of agony

Withdraws usual amnesty

Invisible colors flash where

You’re the only one who’s aware

Any noise obliterates sense

Reeling within body tense

Perfectly still you’re positioned

Sanity and death partitioned.

 

Even as I’m typing this a troupe of millipedes wearing flaming iron clogs are tap-dancing upon my various nerve endings.

There’s not really too much I can do about it so I’m going to try to find happiness in the sunshine and both of my beautiful animal friends. Or shouted profanities. But almost certainly one of those three.

Thank you so much, comme toujours.

-Alex Blaikie

Categories: poetry writing

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A broken mind held together by cellophane and some tack.

9 replies

  1. I call myself the headache queen. Tension headaches, cluster headaches, eye strain headaches, “migraines” (like the ones people whine about but they can still talk in complete sentences and zip up their own pants so I call bullshit), and “classic migraines.” (The real deal. Nausea, light is like knives, please just get me to someone who can knock me out for the day.)

    I’m saying I feel your pain.

    And I like your words.

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