MIGRAINE When thewords spinI can not write... My head pounds! I sleep andenter thenightmares... ...inhuman dead hands touching me in places I don't give permission...NEVER IS PERMISSION GIVEN! Fingers are worms...stench makes me wantto hurl stomach contents... ...stomach is acid...full of fear.I'M FREEZING! Monsters comeand take...

Knock-knock, no need to open doors.Keep your seats warm while i traverse the floors.I’m your best friend when in need of comfort. Yet your worst enemy when you drift to slumber.Eeny, meeny, miny, moe. The time for games is...

“THE untold want by life and land ne'er granted, Now voyager sail thou forth to seek and find.”  Walt Whitman  In the way  piano plays in an empty room, trains hold commuters  as travelling hearts in skin baggage, poetry passports are open to declare  Steel...

NOT ON X-MAS EVENot gonna shave my legs......not gonna lie in bed...going to church instead...of doing you!!!Praying to God so loud!My head is saintly bowed!Shouting it out to you...I'm not sucking it!Christmas is almost...here!My morals you can't steer!Have yourself...