Silence echoes so loud in my tunnel
Breakneck the speed that I flew down the funnel
In bright psychodelia my eyes cry in pain
Migrainous headache hits my brain cells again.

Analgesic no use in this situation
Send me to sleep, causing much aggravation
The pain still remains as always it does
The silence so noisy, like a gigantic buzz.

So to my bed and to lie down again
Under the duvet, my warm comfy friend
Back to the sleep and my tunnel of pain
The tunnel revealing this time, a loud train.

Train thunders over my temples this time
I declare migraine headaches - violent crime!

©Joe Wilson – Migraine tunnels…2015

I am back from my psychodelia adventure,
amongst the cosmos, with solar winds
which carry me upon constellations engrained with your art.
- Gas, light and nebulae explosions-
I have touched the cosmos of my own insanity,
      and lived through its silence.
Now I lay awake,
  clinging to drugs, hoping to love . . .
like the one who loves from afar. . .