poor post

sinus

headache

infection

fever

I think that speaks for itself.

i may not be pleasant right now

swishing swirling spiraling up and around the spine
fanning out the base and palming the back of the skull
inch fingers forward into the eyes
pulse there
pull up the jaw
press against relaxation
inspire sweet sleep but never give it
darkness
silence
coolness
flow
only these can cure

I had a headache.

imprisoned wisdom

High pitched noise
piercing             familiar
Comforting but now I have a headache
A giant pressure
                  just above my eyes
My head trying to give birth
                                            a new Athena
shoving exhaling wondering
her way out of my body
But my skull remains hard and solid
      and the goddess of wisdom
shal just have to reain inside
awhile longer
I am the one who chooses
to split my head

This poem was written while I was in college, probably junior year.