ICE PICK WITH PROPELLERS
For those of you who lack familiarity
Count your blessings in Thanksgiving
I speak of chronic head pain
Unmerciful daily torture
Rabid inflamed demon
He lurks at the base of my skull
Boring ever inward
Then upward advancement with a vengeance
An ice pick with propellers
Throbbing acicular misery
Three day assault on my brain stem
My eyes
Crossed in refraction
Right ear throbbing
Inflamed Eustachian tube
Sings an off-key chant
Along with the demonic beat
Menieres inexorable curse
Migraine fueled vertigo
Now I sympathize
With Van Gogh’s missing ear
Retching queasy belly
Desperate
To ride the waves of nausea
MRI with contrast
I pray
Relief arrives soon
Fioricet 2355
Feebly chips off the crust
Of this hulking hellion
Another day of cranial agony
Welcome to my world
The show must go on
© Bill Grimes Jr. 2006
