the headache

 crisp leaves eve

blowing down delerium

here was the man

there i took him

tied him up

so he couldnt stand

rooted primal

outback milton

i fed him

the truth serum

amidst corupt

imaginings

the gutter green

beyond all reasoning

i took his 

toungue-the words that

fled beneath the teeth

slobber submersive

right through them

the moon a red glow

an unevil infernal

walk home

eternal

the razors edge

can now soothe

neck hairs all pointillistic

her realistic

bouncing balls

the blue pavement

to purple suns

ok i admit it

this man is not dead

he tells the lies

that then resume

the headache of an afternoon