Headache of terror
why do you plague me?
do you scream salaciously through my brain
when I need to be doing things
that headaches do not help?
Last night I listened
to two full episodes of The Hitch Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy
because I couldn’t look at anything
and I couldn’t think about anything
and I wasn’t tired
and the only thing my weeping brain could tolerate
was the muted sound of Arthur Dent
trying to stop his house from being demolished
on the day the Earth was destroyed
to make way for a hyperspace bypass.
I must have fallen asleep briefly
since I somehow missed the bit
with the Vogon poetry.
At any rate,
the point is that I probably need new glasses
but my prescription is in Etobicoke
and I am not.
Alack the day.