Headache Poem by Foster Teegarden

Headache



Listening to the Neighbourhood.
Oh, and how it sounds damn good.
Only problem: They make me think of you
when I'm not supposed to.
It's far too late to do such things.
It's amazing what love will bring
to heads like mine. Gives such a throbbing pain.
I cannot seem to drain
any thought that runs through my brain,
like sex with you out in the rain.
I'm so sorry. I can't stop my own thoughts.
All of these crazy plots
to end up in bed with my dear.
Sadly I can't feel any fear
of what could be the last thing that I do.
You too will say 'toodaloo'
to me, 'thank heavens' in your head.
You'll think you'll never have to dread
walking around town. I am in the prison
for trying to dip in.

Wow, this is a real life nightmare.
Pen nearly down, stopping to stare
at bedroom walls. I've got such a headache
and it is far too late.

Saturday, September 20, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: nightmares
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