Friday, April 04, 2008

mizry of buddy don: deescribed in 3 waka by budouadana

Head between pillows,
An arcing sickle of pain
From left eye to ear,
A nauseated sternum,
One more day of life lopped off.
The headache’s dupe seeks
Fetal peace in barren womb
Of warm soft blankets,
With no birth to celebrate,
Only the slow dying day.
Ice Pick
If a hot ice pick
Had been thrust through the left eye
As far as the ear,
The cruel pain would make some sense,
Unlike migraine’s cold logic.

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Deb said...

Oh no! I fear you've had another migraine :(

Just reading this made my head hurt!

Anonymous said...

... my goodness, Hillbilly...... there has GOT to be something that they can do to fix this....