Major Headache

After hitting my head pretty hard on the rim of a double-deck bed, I experienced extreme, excruciating pain which made me think that I may have created a hematoma, or blood clot in my brain, if not fracture of my skull. This morbidity seemed to blow a little out of proportion when I experienced slight rise in temperature a.k.a. fever, my first in quite a long time (years even), afterwards. What's worse than that is that I have been experiencing a series of not-really debilitating cephalgia, yeah headache, for four consecutive days now. As of writing, I am still feeling the beeping (tiktak tiktak migraine talking) in my head. This is one major crap. So, I thought why not wrote a poem, just like what my friend always posts on her blog. I am quite inspired by her new fantaserye-esque photos that she newly posted (this has nothing to do with the poems). I think I can only do elementary haiku. It's hard to think and put meanings to poems at this time, which for some may have an underlying meaning, a force hiding, a dwelling metaphor about to break from the oppression of social world, whatsoever... but really that just it, nothing great, nothing serious, nothing grave... just a flag of Japan (a red circle in a rectangular white piece) or a flag of Libya (greeeeen in its most green, grinning bobcat). This is my attempt. I great leap for mankind. A plagiarized literary piece from, um, myself while trying to be pretentious as to think I can be a poet, who can easily make poems without being drunk, i.e. Edgar Allan Poe, who can strike my pen or keyboard without having the right surrounding, environment, mood, etc. It is just that I remembered this very clearly, I wrote this 3 years ago, and it is still etched in my cortex, I hope amygdala (the emotion center, but really there's nothing emotional with this). Read on, folks. You'll never know it might inspire you. To write. To read. To dance. To sing. To kill the author of this as soon as you meet him somewhere in the middle of the earth. To laugh for no apparent reasons.


Headache.

Hy'nas laughing hard

On vultures squandering and

Eating their own kin.



To paraphrase, just like my headache, this is how morbid life is. And... I don't know, I can never really explain this one. We are not in a Humanities class. It's self-explanatory. Or not. Vultures, hyenas, they play a role in the food chain, in the environment. Just like my headache, nobody gives a damn about it. Until somebody died of a tumor out of a supposed "headache" and eventually fullfilling its role in the food chain as food for the bacteria. Mmmmm. This never really made sense. Metered poem. 17 lines. Fatal headache. And we all fall to pieces. The third law of Thermodynamics. Entropy. This is a different subject. And it is not me writing. It is the inner genius. Shut up. Shut up.