i have no idea what's going to come out tonight
a few shattered ideas escape from the headache
a couple breaths and a sigh

yoko's coming upstairs to rub tiger balm
on my neck
same thing my mamma used to do
strange how a lover can be so much like a mother
and how it's not weird
to get sweaty.

The room up here feels big
too big for one lonely man.
it's dark, so i don't have to see the mess
all i have to do is wait
for the nurturer to bring
her spirit
and ease my pain.

This headache, i cherish
because it brings me
sweet, irreplaceable gifts
along with the
tolerable tension.