Migaine

Migraine

A halo of rainbows
color glowing and dimming
with each throb of
pricks of light
dance across my eyes
oh to lay in peace would be bliss
But there are hungry birds
chirping in my ear
what will we eat today? today?
what will we eat today?

oh to lay in Peace
would be divine
but a mountain of cloth
calls out to be
laundered and folded
tucked away
for another time

Oh to lay in peace
would be paradise
but glass, silver, and plastic await
standing in a pyramid next to
a sink
ready to be immersed
in a warm bath of suds
and placed gently
in a dark cabinet