Monday, November 16, 2009

therapy

Inside my mouth is a cave
dripping with claustrophobia and whole notes,
my head is the throb
of the ugliest drum you've ever heard
beat.

All I hope is that chamomile steeped in water
can cure that.
Going to bed early, can you believe it?

1 comment:

makes no sound said...

crazyyyyyyyyyyy, sleep for both of us. luff.