Poetry Collection

Poems I've written over the years...in no particular order.

Tuesday, September 14, 2004

Forewarnings of a Headache

I am not hungry.
I am famished.
The fridge is empty.
Cupboards too.
Everything tastes too salty.
My tongue is made of felt.
My skin is really dry.
There is nothing good on TV.
I want to sleep,
But it hurts to lie down.
My left eyeball is pulsing.
I have to get up early,
I have to be somewhere,
I have to enjoy myself or ELSE!
I feel like something is crawling out of my throat.