I'm no visual artist

so why am i drawing these pictures?
Just etching stick figures from the tip of my pen
                                                           pretending
to make me feel better?

                                           how sick.

How sick indeed, as carpenter bees
        crawl through my ears and burrow deeply into the walls of my skull
something to blame                       i suppose?

I can image the reason for the tides of my brain
this immortal hell
like it isn't the work of my body's own cells

                                                                                 oh well.

at least I woke up this morning.