"If the brain feels no pain" - new work from yesterday




If the brain feels no pain
then this pain that I feel
is not from my brain

so I guess it’s from my sinuses
maybe or the little muscles
surrounding my skull pulling

and pushing from stress
and lack of sleep
and too much focusing my eyes

on the road while
driving all night
but then that is my identity

what I do and what I feel
and where I am
at any given moment

a couple of hours or more
either side of midnight
so to ease the pain

that’s not from my brain
but probably from my heart
which has taken its fair share

of slings and arrows
and cleaving blades—
I placate the dull pain

with medicinal alcohol
or healing smoke
and frankincense

I close my eyes stained
by everything they have seen
and breathe in and out

until it and I become only
the pure and simple act
of breathing in and out

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