Wednesday, February 25, 2015


There’s a demon attached to my pate,
If only hanging by a thread.
Seems an easy enough thing
To detach, I think.

And so,
I turn my head this way and that.
I blow at it hard.
I pull at its root.
I curse it. I ignore it.

But, all I get
Is a headache,
A puffy face,
A fistful of hair,
A silence.

And, then, just when I’m about to give up,
It goes away –
I can’t see it. I can’t feel it. I can’t hear it swishing anymore.
I rejoice!

Till it cuts me blind again.

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1 comment:

Ammose said...

And the demon comes back again and again!!!...Beautiful composition :)