Headache Poem by Daniel Karbon

Call the doctor
Call the hearse
The acid flashbacks
Are getting worse
The dreams I've dreamt
These midnights past
Are making me dizzy
In English class
But I'll be alright
Once I sit awhile
And think about how eyebrows
Make me smile
And how far away
Be danger and doom
Almost as far
As the end of the room
They're talking about hatred
They're talking about race
As if those two creatures live
In some foreign place
Let's go to Verdun
Rwanda, L.A.
Let's go to Tiananmen
Moscow, Pompeii
I've heard they're all beautiful
This time of year
And the girls are all easy
And there's plenty of beer
And some people are angry
And some don't say grace
And some shoot up speedball
And we're all out of place
And we're all falling in love
And scared out of our wits
And we're all going to die
And we'll never quite fit
And it's funny as hell
And it's all going to hurt
So let's drop some more acid
Before we're all dirt.