For about as long as I can recall I’ve been the lucky recipient of quasi frequent head pains in varying degrees of severity. The term migraine is thrown around with greater frequency than it likely should but some of mine are probable candidates. Relevance? I’m currently mired in an approximately 5 day off/ on stretch, more so on, likely triggered by the bipolar style imbalance of the climate.
Periodic agonies aside, attempting to distract myself making rhymes sometimes works for a bit. This is yesterday’s effort, Alien. So titled because the alien in the film rips its way free of the chest cavity in a bloody spray and that seems a fairly accurate representation of what’s happening inside my old brain-box. Granted nothing has clawed its way out thus far. Not that I’ve remarked anyway…
A marching band within your skull
Compromises cranial hull
Myriad panels same results
Bashing drums pound your rapid pulse
Head an aura of agony
Withdraws usual amnesty
Invisible colors flash where
You’re the only one who’s aware
Any noise obliterates sense
Reeling within body tense
Perfectly still you’re positioned
Sanity and death partitioned.
Even as I’m typing this a troupe of millipedes wearing flaming iron clogs are tap-dancing upon my various nerve endings.
There’s not really too much I can do about it so I’m going to try to find happiness in the sunshine and both of my beautiful animal friends. Or shouted profanities. But almost certainly one of those three.
Thank you so much, comme toujours.
-Alex Blaikie
Dread Poets Sobriety 
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