MIGRAINES
Microscopic migrant Martian workers
inhabit my skull,
though their exact location is a mystery,
yet I believe them to be
a nomadic tribe of insolent invaders
constantly building
in the blood vessels of my brain,
bulldozing platelets,
back hoeing plasma
and blasting capillary walls
from the cranial dome
to the base of my neck
and forward to the temples,
paving and leveling
while hammering mercilessly
in an attempt to reconstruct
my Earthly perception,
though they cease their efforts
for a day or two
en route to another site
when their task begins again
with the heavy rumble of work
weighing profoundly upon
my sensibilities,
curtailing my progress
as the constant pounding
begins to create slight fissures
upon my scalp
and a red planet hue
in my eye.
RADIO SIGNALS
Expressed as
tinnitus
most
professionals profess
is a ringing
in the ears
induced by
stress
and a number
of other
environmental
tendencies.
It’s said,
that rambunctious
mechanisms
and music too
loud
can destroy
the drums
in the ear
canal,
ingesting
caffeine
is a culprit
as well,
its special
buzz
instigates
the ears
to
incessantly trill
a variance of
frequencies
very high to
low,
white noise
or static
is the common
explanation.
The more
sophisticated
prefer to
refer
to the
affliction
as auditory acuity
,
much above
the norm,
an ability to
detect
signals and
radio transmissions
of
interplanetary discussions,
meant for
only few to hear,
with
discourse duly noted,
received day
and night,
lengthy
conversations,
concerning
universal plight,
divulging
invaluable insight
when the
messages
are decoded.
MIDNIGHT MOLT
Meditatively
I sit
upon the
verandah
during cold,
dark moments
after
midnight
as dim
shimmering moonbeams
cast decadent
silhouettes
of shadowy
branches on the wall
which
silently undulate in a gentle breeze
and with snake
like precision
entangle my
hair
with needle
tip fangs
to penetrate
delicately
the recesses
of my brain
and charm
stubborn words
with
unforgiving thoughts
nocturnal in
nature
from out the
lair
to inscribe
upon fresh molt
a venom which
devours
the unsuspecting
prey.
Michael Keshigian’s ninth
poetry book, Dark Edges was recently
released this September, 2014 by Flutter Press. He has been widely published in numerous national and
international journals and appeared as feature writer in over a dozen
publications with 5 Pushcart Prize and 2 Best Of The Net nominations. (michaelkeshigian.com)
great stuff!
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