So I’m sure you can gather from the title what this poem is about. Or at least have a rough enough idea. 🙂
I’d like for everyone to find what they want to see within this poem, so take my suggestion for interpretation with a grain of salt.
I hope you enjoy the poem! (Of which was totally not inspired by my current headache at all because that wouldn’t be very creative.)
ever notice how easily things shift. situations shuffle until they’re not.
noticeable. recognizable as they should be. recognizable as their first.
incarnations. the first is always the most memorable. the first tells the.
tales the walls stopped whispering to shadows and flies lurking in.
omnipresent corners. omnipresent flies and.
cans of shadows full of can-do attitudes. if we ignore the shift.
ignore the altering realities around us as we age. we might.
notice how things also stay the same.
ever notice how easily things stay. situations stagnate. leave.
headaches full of memories that won’t go away. nicotine in bloodstream.
capillaries are filled with poison smoke from images that can’t be shaken.
altered. made easier through selective memory. nicotine headache. my walls.
darken at the edges where the smoke gathers. my walls are whispering.
anecdotes and antidotes. my first can of can-do attitude was sipped.
ephemeral light in my soul. chasing flies and shadows away from walls. helping out a.
headache is simpler if you embrace the permanence to past and fluctuation to future.
–the nicotine will give you a headache.
Thanks for reading everyone! I really appreciate it!
~Until next time!