headache

headache rapes my mind

STING, STING, STING

my eyes sink
the nerves splitting
my brain.

I hear sirens
and horns
outside

chirping crickets
add to the
annoyance

the ambience
reverberate my ear drums

I clasp my forehead into
my two hands
and play Monk

his heavy cross-playing
big black hands
relieve me

and I wonder if
that poor bastard
ever made it