Thursday, April 22, 2010

Headache poem

brain bleeds forward and back
the pendulums aren't ready yet
and a symphony of clicking pens collapses
the words run out your nose
especially if you hold your breath
solar flares in the backyard of the brain
steal colors
pull them through the pinched eye of an hourglass
measure every grain of perception


1 comment:

  1. i was going to suggest you write about that
    it is lovely, and smart.