A New Kind of Migraine

A New Kind of Migraine

Abruptly an outburst,
eyes distort & I can’t see

It is an obstruction, three
or so semi-transparent
bar code decorated ribbons
disturb my vision

I can’t see past them
as they start to flicker
then oscillate, actually
rotate as in boat propeller
spinning

The ribbons unite,
connect; expand & grew
in a neat half moon
fluctuating on my right side
of view

& remain if I close
one eye or the other
or when I close
both, proving it is
in my mind

Then the roof explodes

I lay back,
ease into Chaos
& they go

They leave me
as quickly as they
appeared

Leave me behind
thick fence
of chicken wire
as my eyesight

05.27.10

(Art © 2011 & Poetry © 2010 by j. m. Scoville)

Death, My Sister, & Me...

Death, My Sister, & Me...
~for Angie, who I Called Angel

Yesterday I pulled to the shoulder
of the country highway to allow
a funeral procession of vehicles
the respectful right-of-way as they
traveled north & I south. All

the traffic made room, we all know
about death & recognize it is for each
of us. We are marked by its brand
& try to refuse such ownership.

My body is a mere rental, soon
I’ll be vacating it as did my sister
today giving up hers & making us

all grin because she was always
the joker & pulled her getaway
on of all days, April Fool’s.

04/01/11

(Art & Poetry © 2011 by j. m. Scoville)