After the Migraine

 After the migraine comes
The change in consciousness:
I perceive things differently
And the abject pointlessness
Of my mortal existence
Becomes apparent.
The daily round of
Going to work
Returning home, sleeping:
This pattern repeating.
I don’t believe in God
And even if I did, and prayed,
Defenceless animals would
Still be subject to earthquakes,
Hurricanes, disease
And the rest
And me?
I've learned over time
That trying to anchor
Myself to situations
Is futile since
These situations
Inevitably disintegrate
As people go their
Separate ways.
I could prop up a bar
Chat up some pretty
Young lady:
Buy her drinks, send her cards-
She’d only want to run a mile
Or I could go home,
Slit my wrists, overdose:
Put an end to my
Fruitless pointless
Mortal existence.
 
MDC