where do headaches go

where do headaches go when the Blacksmith cracks you open? They vanish, an exploding comet Fighting back the urge to vomit after Getting high on designer drugs. Now, starry-eyed and alone stare I, the designer of deities, getting doped up on hydrocodone and attempting to forge a halo. Onward, through the Legendary. Outward, Wisdom burst and sprung fully formed And a yelp escaped my lungs And a bottle washed ashore. Filled to the brim with pills. I SAID, stocked to the gills with prescription medicine I SAID, these pills must fill the holes in my head Until I’m whole again. To the Gills!  To these troubadours, these hooligans! I set them spinning and dancing for the children, for these little sisters and these sons of men. They threw away my teeth today. The laws of the land declared them unsafe They are a biohazard, and there is no Tooth Fairy. But I was shocked to awaken in Atlantis, Another fantasy in a fishbowl; these Cities of Cibola, Faxanadu, and Shangri-la in the throes of this throwdown, this coup d’etat We’re all gasping for air as we surface together and discover the Legendary. Now where do headaches go? To these cities of gold, on a yellow brick road 84 steps on a long list of goals Achievements, attunements, the freedom of movement so necessary to complete the task before us. This is a snapshot I’ve rushed to take. And for the next seven days I’ll be slowly awakening and effortlessly acting without a single mistake or heartbreak. This is the Eve of Enlightenment. Life is a Game.