Poem for Today

Headache

I've stuffed my head
With thoughts.
Enslaved,
They rage
Clamor
Scrape
Free us from this dark keep!
Go on,
Open the hold.
Release them to air,
Wash my skull's walls
Of fingernails & blood,
Scrub its floor clean
Of vomit & filth,
Sweep out the
Pleas & the fears--
I'll have it full again
In a fortnight.
Or--to hell with this,
Just blow the heap
To smithereens.