Migrane

MIGRAINE JANDI FLYNN

A clouded mind and heavy heart and awkward art and mouldy spine

a twisted arm, an empty embrace, a facetious face full of capricious charm

an erratic ego, a sullen spirit, a dying dream in a migraine mirage,

a bullish barrage of trivial tripe ripe for religious devotion

and your elegant eyes, are uncharted ocean, matching tear for tear with mine the raindrops dripping from a clouded mind.