Be Still My Aorta?

Be still my beating aorta?

No, stomach with butterflies

No, tingling skin

With cool sensations


Be still my beating femoral?

No, ragged veins

No, shivering knees

With sinking caps


Be still my beating cerebellum?

No, my hazel eyes

No, my needled joints

No, my itchy feet

With shaky moves


Be still my beating heart?

Yes, her

Yes, that needy cur

Hovering despite me

A part that wreaks


Still beating




My head hurts

From that searing pain

One feels in wretched

Admiration of death

By relief

Lit sparks

Pool around the base

Of my  . . . head hurts

As oozing vapours

Saunter along


The itch

Seeping inside

The divided brain

Snips of rain

Calm illusive

Her pride



My head hurts

From the split

Two halves

In duel

And worn

My head hurts

From the searing pain

Of a restless mind