Discomfort

a slight ring of discomfort

encircles my head completely

even though my thoughts,

if one can call them that,

roll out of my mind, as if

they had been manufactured

without my consent and given

to me to pass the time until

these rings disappear, but as

soon as one fades, another

one appears and there is no

respite even when my eyelids

close tight around the balls

inside and drawings of different

colors can be seen but only

two at a time like white on black

or red on black or green on black,

and these drawings seem different

from one another like ink blots

or photos seen of fractal geometry;

and, focused on these art form

has become mesmerizing and

each of these lines can be

distorted when slightly opening

the lids and squinting, turning

them in to line of sight lights

like one might see driving in

the darkest of nights when them

moon is so scared it stays away

and weirdos come out to play.

21May16