ON FARM GAS

i had drifted 

into a lighter

version of this world

where my headache
was a golden hologram
up above my crown

& intensity

crept in but politely 

via the open back door

~

freedoms
strange
twilight
tastes of ghosts 

like nostalgia

but with a seaside kick

& that kind of chemical metal tang

like blood would 

on a hot gun

MIGRAINE #80

the headache says

all the patterned shirts

must stay in the armoire

let them yell

behind closed doors

 

& you reread the braille of scars

& moles 

& miscellaneous

waiting for silk wind 

in the sandpaper land

dressed in low stimulus grey

SOFT UPLOAD POPS

    
    jack in
    back up
    update
    tune out

i used to signs checks
for a pack of fags

just like that lebowski

~

upload your unthinking   
    to
    the
  densehead microsoft clouds

  a rain will come
our secrets falling in code

chernobyls overdue payload 

~

  pour tv product 
onto your cluster headache

squint into the stories

    codeine 
    ready 
in your clicker paws

~

lymph
nodes
sore & swelling 
       
          from
          blocking
        ppi pop-ups
          &
    desperate 
    weight loss
    muscle build
    clickbait

where we used to write letters
of reflection and dopamine 

from popularmechanics.com