2.09.2017

Dammit

Pocket
under my eye
carrying necessities
like a runaway’s satchel
earnestly overstuffed
Hurts headed
too close to the brain
expertly cordoned off
and shunted downcheek
in a steady stream
of incongruity

Occasional music prompt in the Imaginary Garden: WALLS

I was struggling to title this poem and my son suggested this title. :)