headache diary

headache diary

A Poem by R. P. Coke
"

my head hurt

"

the head hurts. so i write it down.

all light hurts and the darkness remains

in goes the sigh and out comes the smoke

was the government spreading lies?

or will asprin cure all of me

making babies, gliding light

heart hurts holding. in.

thrice do you make your way

to the golden stars

and thrice do i go to the ended bars

but the head still hurts and you still stay

and oh i am awake

stirs in the bed. im not alone

and the head hurts more.

more. more. bang. bang.

softly i raise my hands.

amen. amen. i am.

hemned me in. im in. all this dirty dirty sin.

obleke. the snake. i hate. love love

where did you go

i miss. love. love. beat the sneak

and the head it hurts

beat must continue.

im losing sight.

and the head no longer hurts.

just like that. normlacy reruns.

© 2009 R. P. Coke


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R. P. Coke
R. P. Coke

Fort Worth, TX



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