Posts Tagged ‘Head’

Seconds are spent making scribbles

into words.

Then the abrupt

change,

the buzz sits like a heavy crown

and hurts like a bruise

on top of my head.

 

Electric eels no bigger

than worms

crawl beneath my skin.

They work their way down

my neck-

 

my spine, a railway-

and enter my arms.

 

I feel them squirm atop my bones.

 

Words change.

They are mine and no longer

mine. 

Each dark letter is

an abyss

pressed onto paper.

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Black bird

on my mind.

Peck, caw, tilt head

side to side.

Your dark eyes

are black glass- immobile.

On top of my head

your sharp beak jabs

into my scalp.

Blood trails down

like tears, like red slugs.

I sigh. Your talons have grown

into my skull.

I’ll provide nourishment for you,

if you continue to inspire me.

I exit my house

and walk out to

where I know it is quiet.

 

I’m the only other human

being here- all else is trees, and air.

I look up at the sky,

which always seems to give me

a new perspective.

The Hole on my head

cannot conceal,

were it not for my Mind,

which maintains Control.

By tomorrow I will have lost four pieces

of my head: four diamonds, two of which

have yet to emerge;

four relics that have grown inside me;

four friends which have stuck with me

through depression and heartache,

through thrill of stage lights and applause,

through anger and haste

and a five hundred twenty five word apology

to a girl I haven’t seen since.

Tomorrow I part with these old gems,

and I’ll be none the wiser.

A tune reels in my head.

It is so familiar yet so unmatched,

I yearn for it

as every man and woman yearns for water.

I believe you are that tune.

Intruding upon everyday

steps on cement and blue carpet,

upon breaths made without thought,

upon blood drumming in ears- war drum

keeping balance between heart and head,

upon nights, moonlight deflected by drapes,

but fantasies not deflected

nor tune obscured

by darkness of room

or warmth of bed.